We look around at all the evil in this world and wonder where God is. He is on His throne, high and lifted up as Isaiah saw Him described in Isaiah chapter 6. Seeing the evil, He steadies His hand. For Righteousness demands He do something. Just as in the days of Noah, Sodom and Gomorrah, and the days when Israel fell followed by Judah. As He repeatedly said in His warnings, His anger is not turned Away, but His hand is outstretched still.
Oh sinner, do you not see? And Christian do you not believe? It is His grace that bid Him wait while His eyes search out one more sinner to come to Him. For this I wrote this poem.
His Anger is not turned away, But?
God sits upon His throne on high
And looks around this world
With heaviness, Oh, does He cry
Or does He breathe a sigh?
Evil spills throughout out land
The anger, bitter strife
While prideful people take their stand
To mock His nail scarred hand
The innocent lay cast aside
As bits and parts for sale
Upon an altar built from pride
My choice, the women cried
We mock the truth, embrace the lie
That humans are so good and kind
While right before our very eye
We see the plans of man awry
As fighting, bitterness, and pain
Replace all hope or joy
We cling to sin, its blood drenched stain
Chained to our pride in vain
And then we dare to scream at God
To come and fix this mess
We want Him with a blink or nod
Forsake that justice needs a rod
Creator God gave life to us
Stands reaching out in love
And though He ‘s angered by our fuss
It never should be thus
He gave man choice, oh what a shame
But how else could we choose
To know the truth or seek His name
Instead we seek to blame
The one who gave us liberty
And chose to love us still
He gave His Son to set us free
And there He paid on calvary
The debt that I did owe
And now He bids us come to Him
That He might therein show
His love, and then on us bestow
The love and joy, He wants to give
If only we believe
He wants to show us how to live
Our sins He will forgive
If only we would now repent
And bow before His throne
So many times, His word He sent
That truth we circumvent
We cry, Dear God, do come today
As though He does not care
His anger is not turned away
His plan He does not sway
But for this moment and this time
His hand is stretched out still
To wretched sinners hear the chime
Of bells to seek His love sublime
Oh, judgement day will swiftly come
Like Noah’s time of flood
For those whose conscious remain numb
To fire and brimstone will succumb
While yet for those who seek His face
And bow before His throne
Will know the beauty of His Grace
His Glory fills this place.
DO YOU KNOW CHRIST AS YOUR SAVIOR AND LORD?
If you don’t know Jesus Christ as your Savior and Lord: I urge you to go to my page titled How to Be Saved by clicking on this link. There is nothing more important than this; because He is the way, the truth and the life. Therefore, I urge you to seek Him today.
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New King James Version (NKJV)
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