Feeble

Feeble soul am I.

Without you I die.

Have I shown myself faithful,

Have I strayed from the truth?

But still I doubt:

Will my words offend me,

Mark my tongue if loose.


I don't know anything.

But something is near...

The messages sending,

On all sides are clear.


Where is your glory?

It can't be found.

Just tearing and slaying,

Dying souls abound..

We seek your glory

Each one on their own

Understanding your power

You sit on the throne.

With righteous judgement we call for the day  

But I fear for your people

 When you are enraged.

Who can endure your consuming fire.

I pray for your people;

Please be our desire.



Troubled spirit

Fear abounds

No peep

No sound

Your judgements

Are all righteousness

Mapped in your word

Deception

Rampant

Woe to the world.