The world with a mental vein of pain and dread

Looks at me, where is your God?

Is He alive or dead?

I try from my heart Lord to show You are life

Their eyes so hopeless, voices of the lost

Is your God dead? Can He be found?

Listen I say, to all who will hear

My God is alive, in heaven and on earth

He is the true God of all there is

He does what He pleases for all is His

He knows your idols fallen woman and man

God sees as you form them in your mind and hand

Beautiful as gold and silver

Alive with a spirit ready to deceive

Who will you become as this "being" takes the lead?

God says as you trust in your idol

So like your idol you shall be

Will your mouth not be able to speak?

A throat that chokes if my God you seek

Will your eyes glare, reflicting candle light?

Eyes that can not see in others the eyes of Christ

Will your ears hear dark whispers that fills your room?

Ears that reject that love rose from a tomb

Will your nostrils draw in the stench of the grave?

But can not inhale the sweetness of the One who saves

Will your hand feel only the cold shiver of silver and gold?

But can not embrace the warmth of the Saviors hold

Will your feet be placed where others say stay?

Feet that can not walk in the light of Day

God says as you trust in your idols

So like your idols you shall be

LJ/'18

Psalm 115:3-8

My name is Linda Jackson. I am a blessed wife, mother and grandmother.  I am a Biblical counselor and teacher to women in jail.  I also teach kindergarten Sunday school.  I enjoy writing, playing in the yard with my plants and doing cross stitch while watching football.