The Fruit of Our Lips

All are unworthy. Each if us fail we are weighed In the balance, the plumb line is streched over Our ways, we fall like fruit before the harvest Is here.' wasted in the very paths of redemption We are close by..yet our ears are dim.! Eyes full of sleep, we call out for sight.' Yet we love apathy.' We do not struggle Sin enfolds us, our days pass in turmoil Like dew before the sun, we are a vapour Those who know us, might search yet no More will we be found, without help we Are doomed.' The Great day approaches ' Yet we give no thought to salvation its Path is the only one untrod by us.' The Paths of anger and blasphemy we use' But the valley of the dove.? We may never Enter.? For its gate is low ' and we will Not bow '