Some say it’s a gift, but I’m not so sure. To see what could be if our choices were pure. Just take a look back to the prophets of old. And see what it got them when they were quite bold.
They’d speak up for God and proclaim forth His Word. Yet the people would live, like they had never heard. Things haven’t changed much as I look around. Insist on life God’s way and few friends will be found.
It seems we’ve grown smarter than ever before. We have better methods, our wisdom is more. God couldn’t mean what it looks like He said. Our own understanding beats the words that are red.
The poems had disappeared from my mind for a while but for some reason several of them showed up in my mind all mixed up last night. This is one I sorted out and I think all the lines belong to this poem. 🙂