Poetry

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Cursed is the one, who puts faith in a man,
As he turns away from God and His plan;
He'll be like the tree planted on the hill,
Not seeing good come no purpose to fulfill;
A blessing putting his faith into the Lord,
Whose hope the Lord is in the same accord;
He will be like a tree planted by a stream,
No fear of heat very green in high esteem;
Even in a dry year and still bearing fruit,
Because of water through a spreading root.
Roots of trust reaching out for to survive,
So the fruit for a harvest able to thrive;
Your roots extend they handle the stress,
That will give you a harvest of success;
As roots grow they will build their trust,
Keeping you from sin and forms of lust;
Building a trust in the Heavenly Father,
Also is into His Son who is our Brother;
For the faith leans on His love to radiate,
As the roots of trust from sin to liberate.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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