Seek the Lord as He may be found,
Call on Him while He is near;
Listen closely to hear His sound,
Be sure to honor and revere.
Let the wicked forsake his way,
The unrighteous man his thought;
Be not tempted to go astray,
For any lusts that they have sought.
And let him return to the Lord,
That He has compassion on him;
Let our God not be ignored,
Pardoning what makes them so grim.
For His thoughts are never your thought,
Neither are your ways as His ways;
Since forgotten what you were taught,
For living out all of your days.
As Heaven is higher than earth,
So are higher His thoughts and ways;
All of which is a priceless worth,
Than all the anyone that preys.
For as the rain and snow comes down,
Returns not but waters the land;
Can make a smile from a frown,
Results from what He does command.
He makes the seed bring forth and sprout,
Giving seed to sowers for bread;
The farmer should not have a doubt,
That the Lord ensures you are fed.
Shall His Word flow out from His tongue,
Shall not return to Him empty;
It will accomplish by purpose,
To trample the iniquity.
You shall be going out in joy,
And being led forth in His peace;
That you are able to deploy,
With the blessings that will not cease.
Instead of thorns sprout from a tree,
Nor a brier grow from myrtle;
An everlasting sign to see,
The land is righteously fertile
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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