Sinful Weeds
Sinful people are like weeds,
Spreading roots like their deeds;
Where there is plenty of sun,
They are out and having fun.
Wrapping roots around stones,
Acting as kings on their thrones;
Greed is the motive that rules,
Lusting temptation as he drools.
But if pulled they have no place,
As they lay rotting in disgrace;
Their life begins to slip away,
And die no longer able to stray.
Then the righteous plant can grow,
As God causes the water to flow;
Down into the roots water seep,
For an abundant harvest to reap.
God provides for righteously well,
While weeds are burning in Hell;
Giving the hope to all who abides,
Ensuring all your needs He provides.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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