Poetry Sunday ~ The Wanderer

2 Chron. 36: 16 But they mocked the messengers of God, and despised his words, and misused his prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against his people, till there was no remedy.

Wanderer

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The leaves are turning yellow,

the sky a flowing gray.

the days are getting shorter

I awake to embrace the day.

My days are all spent longing

for the journey I must take

the one where God calls me home

where I no longer have to ache.

Shallow minds are walking

like zombies in the field.

knowing not the truth in life

or the hurting acts they yield.

My God is not on TV

or in my computer screen,

He doesn’t live in radio

or a picture perfect scene.

He cannot be tossed around

spewed forth on a whim.

Not one to be mocked lightly

He demands all praise to Him.

The Lord my God is cradled

deep within my soul

giving sight to all my world

I’m now all warm and whole.

Job 21: 3 Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.