Poetry

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They despise the pleasant land,
With no faith in His promise;
Believes not His Word to stand,
About His Law and justice.

They murmured within their tents,
And not obeying His voice;
Their defiance cause torments,
With no reason to rejoice.

Therefore, He raised up His hand,
Swore that He would make them fall;
Disobeying His command,
Allowing sin to enthrall.

It is making their offspring,
To fall amongst the nations;
And scattering them to bring,
Destroying their foundations.

They joined and yoked of themselves,
Ate what offered for the dead;
Nourishing on what delves,
On what their idols were fed.

They provoked God to anger,
While performing their deeds;
Most of them will still languor,
Chaos and violence feeds.

A plague broke out amongst them,
Pandemic around the earth;
Their inventions to condemn,
Causing a drop of their worth.

The Lord executed judgment,
While the plague intervened;
That was causing such ailment,
As people were quarantined.

As counted as righteousness,
Generation to generation;
Forever more blessedness,
Guaranteed a salvation.

They angered at the waters,
It went ill on their account;
For their sons and daughters,
Of chaos that seems to mount.

They made His spirit bitter,
He spoke rashly with His lips;
The Lord is not a quitter,
Armageddon in His grips.

Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer

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