For What You Cry

For What You Cry! For what you cry, for what you cry!? Poor me, poor me! You never had dirt under your nails. For what you cry, for what you cry!? Poor me, poor me! You would rather split a child in two. For what you cry, for what you cry!? Poor me, poor me! You so independent but can't pay bail. For what you cry, for what you cry!? Poor me, poor me! Speaking of love, hands out, demand you. For what you cry, for what you cry!? Poor me, poor me! You left, then leave, a victim of your own blaming, shaming, gaming, complaining. For what you cry, for what you cry!? You're killing us. You won't listen and you lie. "They will be paid back with harm for the harm they have done. Their idea of pleasure is to carouse in broad daylight. They are blots and blemishes, revelling in their pleasures while they feast with you. With eyes full of adultery, they never stop sinning; they seduce the unstable; they are experts in greed – an accursed brood! They have left the straight way and wandered off to follow the way of Balaam son of Bezer, who loved the wages of wickedness. But he was rebuked for his wrongdoing by a donkey – an animal without speech – who spoke with a human voice and restrained the prophet’s madness." 2 Peter 2:13-16 Honor and glory be to God. by Martin Braun 6/13/2020