In hard and troubled days we groan,
We pray the Lord will shorten the time;
If I must walk this path alone,
Until I die, toward God I’ll climb.
The Daily Prompt suggested the word “climbing.”
Tag: glopowrimo
They Move with Feet of Clay
Please tell why people do not rush to obey
The Lord of lords and King of kings—they fiddle!
No full devotion! They move with feet of clay,
And claim to seek a balance, the perfect middle—
Neither overly wicked nor righteous lives.
The slow to follow Christ—ah! What a riddle!—
Will quickly plead for mercy when He arrives.