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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why does the world look at God's Work with insolence To be done cheaply and weakly and never to achieve excellence While investing its great minds in humanistic intelligence Depriving many and making premium of God's providence That their opulence may create in them obvious prominence That in the sphere of notoriety they may gain eminence The mockery increases and thus far hasn't subsided Wolves jeering the Shepherd with whom the sheep have sided Of forgetting faith the faithful are constantly reminded Being questioned of the dividend for the years they abided While the world flaunts arguments for their discoveries They deem the world too tertiary for Faith's elementaries Those who offer themselves are seen as of little worth Too feeble to face reality and too quick to face North And it's no place for perceived intellect and nobility For it calls not for their elsewhere sought after ability But those very people and things they despise Are they that God uses to confound the worldly wise The esteem you doubt when God keeps an open door The dignity shed when faithfuls kneel and lie on the floor They shall receive a hundred times more in this life and in the next Lands, property and kindred even as is in the Text Haven't we seen all these in this land of the living Except that we are so prone to forgetting? K. Muitherero.
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