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From Where I Sit
by louis gander Up on the high majestic hill, stands one great mighty oak, that seems to mimic something else - a world of prideful folk. Some think that sin is not so bad, they think it's overblown - but I can feel that screaming wind from Satan's megaphone. Oh, we all know man's clanging wars - his taxed and tortured slaves - his used, abused or beaten spouse - the sinful life he paves - to plow up God's great symphony with Adam's clumsy ox - and pummel us with angry words or painful, sinful rocks. But God's created orchestra, all people, black and white; all babies born - or soon to be - and elders have a right - a right to live on God's great earth in peace and harmony. But pride seeks greater powers and rejects humility. From where I sit, I always see His beauty deep within, His loving, graceful handiwork - though plundered so, with sin. God's handiwork from birds to fish and mammals great and small - still bless me with their beauty here. I see His work in all. And when I think my Loving God, has nothing more to give - He pours out love in greater grace, so ready to forgive - where even I, through heavy heart, so tearfully repent - and seek that perfect sacrifice, who God already sent. A rhythm rolls with springtime breeze across this valley pass - right over meadow here below and through His humble grass. In unison, harmonic notes from orchestra below - still wave to those on mighty hill, to folks who need to know... Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |