Lock Them Up
With so much hate across this land,
Let mine not be another voice
That savages a kindred soul
(While serving God gives me a choice!)
Let patience be a watchful goal
And let me morn their acts instead
(Not tempted to wish felon dead).
But let real Christians take a stand
And pray for sinners when we can
Not wish their hate comes back on them
(For pain scars every face of Man)!
If God's our judge, can we condemn?
Though some succumb to demon's nod,
Our purpose must be serving God.
Long Tooth
May 7, 2018
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2018
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