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In the morning, it glistens,
At evening time, it withers;
While our Lord listens,
To the serpent that slithers.

We are consumed by anger,
But terrified by His wrath;
While we thirst and hunger,
Following the righteous path.

God is aware of your sin,
Even knows in what you hide;
Filth and corruption within,
To God you will not confide.

Throughout all of our days,
We experience the fury;
Frustrated, stuck in a maze,
Living life in a hurry.

All the days of our lives,
Are seventy or eighty;
Our years that seem to thrive,
On hardships that are weighty.

But even of the best years,
Are marred by oppression;
Causing confusion and fears,
By secular aggression.

Who can fathom the extreme,
Raging fury causing fear;
To the point that makes you scream,
And starting to shed a tear.

Think of your mortality,
So that you might live sagely;
Of conceived reality,
Rather than as enragedly.

How long will suffering last?
May the Lord give us pity;
And adversities go fast,
To journey to His city.

Let the beauty of the Lord,
Be extending His favor;
Remaining in one accord,
From joys of our Savior.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer

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