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Through desire of a man,
That has been isolated;
For oneself of their own plan,
Results as insolated.
For he breaks the sound judgment,
To seek heavenly wisdom;
That slows the development,
To reach Christ in His kingdom.
No pleasure of any fool,
Or delight to understand;
Deviating from the rule,
The Lord would ever command.
Whenever wickedness rise,
Also, would bring the contempt;
We wind up by speaking lies,
With dishonor to attempt.
With dishonor comes disgrace,
That will be beyond reproach;
The Lord will never embrace,
And Christ never be their coach.
The words coming from a man,
Are like waters from the deep;
A bubbling brook from a plan,
From a dream while they sleep.
It is not good to accept,
Be partial to the evil;
Waking up those who have slept,
In the bed with the devil.
The person of wicked ways,
Deprives the righteous justice;
Arrogance to disobey,
Showing they are prejudice.
Lips of fools enter a fight,
Inviting a contention;
Because they have no insight,
To cause an apprehension.
Mouth of fools is his ruin,
As his lips would be a snare;
Would be catching anyone,
Tempted into his lair.
The name of the Lord is strong,
The righteous man is secure;
Wealthy men do not belong,
For their conceit is impure.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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