Arrogance
Job 35:12
12 Then they cry out—but He does not answer—
because of the arrogance of the wicked.
“Pride comes before the fall” that surely has been written.
Many, many moons ago … way far before we grasped.
Somehow it survived … but seldom taught a lesson
or neither was accepted … as a leader’s task.
When things fall apart … the cries reach up to Heaven
but when things seem to go well … very few consider it.
To do well is what is deserved ... and not in question
It’s when things are breaking down … we want no part of it.
The story of the prodigal … is used as a good example.
There is always time … to turn from your wandering ways.
He admitted quickly … that he had sinned severely
against Heaven and his father and repented of those days.
Our God cannot resist … a deeply broken heart
that with a contrite spirit ... knocks at the Heavenly door.
However to say that He’ll move … on every cry of pain
is more than one really … should be wishing for.
Most cries originate in pastures … burned up and dry
stubble of what is left … made by selfish choices.
Hanging on to life … and clinging on to death
will bring these results … like smoldering cloisters.
Evil men will call on good … that is in their nature
without good they can’t survive … for the need to have a stop.
From Adolph to Stalin … they rose to the top
by using or misgiving ... the “good intentions” of the mob.
From Mao to Djengis Kan … we have seen disaster
and from Pol Pot to Nixon … destruction ruled the day.
Is it any wonder that ... when cries go up to Heaven
the Lord separates the children ... for His Eternal way.
The Japs raped Nanking and the Spaniards did their part
all throughout history ... man’s greed seem to rule the day.
From Africa to America ... and the Indies far away
civilized we raped and pillaged ... the “Love of God” away.
“Reap what we sow”... “do unto others” what have we done?
Raised hell on earth! … do we have to pay ourselves
for all the things done wrong … and all the things we dared?
Thank God for the second birth … that keeps some of us out of hell.
Jan Wienen