Judge not for the measure you judge will be metered back to you.
Thats what he said!
Enough to drive me off my head.
Without His eyes it's hard to see
The root of evil in you and me.
Born in a wicked time we all play our part
The world being enmity with His heart.
Selling our souls for worthless gold
Putting our substance in bags with holes.
Oppression, injustice, rights denied
There are higher officials don't be surprised.
He will take vengeance
He will choose
Those that won destined to loose.
Put oil in your lantern, trim it right
For when judgement comes you will need the light.
Then the darkness will be exposed
But love covers a multitude
So I am told.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 29th, 2023 02:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
Comments1
You got some gold? Pass it to me if ya don't want it! heehee. Good write 1 - he of 2781.
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