Children of the world ...

Job 3:16-17 

16 Or why was I not buried
like a stillborn infant,
like infants who have never seen the light?
17 There the wicked cease from turmoil,
and there the weary are at rest.

 

“Infants who never saw light, is there where the wicked cease troubling?”

Give me a break my friend the wicked break into the womb?

The wicked don’t stop at anything to fulfill their evil calling.

They won’t stop till their job is done and carve that on their tomb.

 

The children of this world are wiser than the ones of God.

The earth is their stomping ground and we notice what that means.

Man is replacing the Will of God with his own ideas,

and they are mighty proud of it as creation shouts and screams.

 

Earthquakes on the rampage and flooding everywhere

Disasters surely show that man has no control.

Try to explain that to the ones who are too smart

and to notice their own future beyond that leprechaun.

 

Are the weary ever at rest? Even when death does part?

Unless they are right with Christ and that is another matter.

Christ can be One in All and burdens become lighter

for He is strength and weight does not really matter.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Very interesting poem! 

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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