Cursed Trust
Curse the one with faith in man,
Or some star as a big fan;
For this will turn them away,
From the Lord and make them stray.
He lives in a vast waste land,
No vegetation just sand;
That blows freely in the wind,
From all the times he has sinned.
Nothing is able to grow,
Since grace from God cannot flow;
In a place as hot and dry,
Where they only cheat and lie.
But there is not any doubt,
What faith in God is about;
When you are putting your trust,
Into the Lord who is just.
The heart is a twisted thing,
That will always try to cling;
To any enticing lure,
That makes it feel more secure.
You will bear a lot of fruit,
Allowing your heart to root;
In the waters that are blessed,
Seeking a heavenly quest.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2009 Richard Newton Sherrer
Cursed Trust
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