Poem: Wreckage


When from the wreckage of past events,

Return good things to then commence,

I see the roaring wind and raging waves,

Were only tools for the path God paves.

But when good things I cannot see,

I know my focus is worldly.

For, I’ve been given all I need,

But God’s law I still don’t heed.

Christ died for my sin,

So into heaven I may enter in,

And I’ll be praising with angels above,

Our jealous God of love.

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