The Kingdom
Men, women and children are like gods.
Ants, beetles, cockroaches, butterflies
And killer bees are so, so very small,
Yet they have no care for us at all,
We could crush, burn and mutilate them,
Even invade their hives and take their queens' lives.
But Lo!
We let them pester and fester,
Wouldn't blame ourselves for extinction,
Nor let them part, for we have a heart.
The mysteries of God we can't understand,
Yet we stand in the palm of His hand.
To Him we are so, so very small, like ants,
Beetles, cockroaches, butterflies, and killer bees.
God looks above us and sets our path,
He lets us wander and roam like from a hill or comb.
He picks us up and puts us down and lets
His Son Jesus wears His crown.
He gives us so much, yet we're so blind,
We're roaming like mice in a maze, eating what we find,
Yet not all cheese is for our kind.
Some is a trap that will snap.
It's so cruel down here, not fair, yet up there,
They have so much to share.
They'll pick you up so you don't snap,
And fall into that last nasty trap.
But Lo!
God fights us, leaves us miserable and all alone,
Doesn't pick us up and put us back in his pen, since then,
He knows we'll jump out again.
We must make fellowship with Him and meet the sheep once again,
Or, we'll burn like crimson.
Let us count them all, even in every dark corner and creepy hall,
Don't let them fall, just reach out to them, that’s all.
About this poem
From: I AM A MAN AS I SHOULD BE: POEM BOOK 1 on amazon
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Submitted by RonaldBunch on July 28, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Words | 271 |
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Stanza Lengths | 34 |
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