WAYWARD

 

When our Lord says to be sober

Only sickness and its like remind us

When He says to rejoice

We define the world’s standard

 

We mount the altar with our words

And cry aloud in selfish tones

Forgetting the blood that founded faith

And the souls that paid the price

 

Our very acts stir Sodom in her grave

Causes Gomorrah to sigh in disgust

Yet we speak the tongues of saints

And bear the emblem of holiness

 

We have beaten the devil

To the game that cost him his name

The fame we long to claim

Is the same that brought him shame

 

Our God is merciful

Full of compassion, mercy and patience

Else, of the Noah’s of today we would be

Feet upon feet below their floating arks!

 

Lam 3:22 “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;” (ESV)