Arms Wide Apart
You do not know what tomorrow will bring;
What is your life, son? You are but a mist.
Arrogant boasting and harsh words that sting:
seek the Lord's will instead, that which persists.
What is your life, son? You are but a mist.
Vanity, vanishing, withered and blown:
all has been given you; none do you own.
Arrogant boasting and harsh words that sting,
blessing one moment, then hurling a curse;
even your prayers attempt to coerce.
Seek the Lord's will instead, that which persists;
cleanse your hands, sinner, and purify heart.
Come to Him humbly, with arms wide apart.
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Another Trimeric, A:B:C:D B:x:x C:x:x D:x:x, using couplets this time
(musings from chapter 4 of the book of James)
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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