Storms
Everyone fears summer's or winter's storms
proceeded by wrathful winds devastating many a grave,
and as the squirrels run for shelter
many trees fall on isolated roads...
see them break in two missing a scary bear;
behind this pelting window I fret and pray that I will live!
Who believes that all storms are started by a God who scrutinizes?
Isn't He very angry seeing the rampant wickedness below?
So with powerful lightning he strikes churches and temples;
will all guilty preachers hide from the Shepherd's furious glow?
A storm will not cause a Deluge as in Noah's days, believers can tell,
but danger is proof that bad deeds will be punished to uphold justice
and those who choose life will keep his commandments without malice;
let others do as they will, which other planet below Heaven is like Hell?
Written by Andrew Crisci
0n 7/30/2014
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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