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 '
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