The Judge
When the House of God stands empty,
And the people no longer care,
And when they live like they will live forever,
As if God is unaware.
Our God is watching over ALL,
He sees when people do not care.
He keeps accounts…He takes notice.
One day He will judge the affair.
Today, God is a God of Love,
With longsuffering… He still calls.
But one day he will be our JUDGE.
We will stand before Him with it all.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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