The Lord may promise,
but He also revokes;
To those He grants breath
He may smother in smoke.
Where life springs forth,
death may follow;
The trunk once sturdy
might crumble, hollow.
One could find riches,
be lavished with gold,
But then become broken,
impoverished and old.
The Lord may choose
to build one high,
But then rain down
from darkened sky.
The Lord will decide
who He will bless;
Who receives more,
who receives less.
God is eternal,
sovereign, divine;
We cannot surround Him
with our earthly mind.
The Lord will honor
who calls on His name,
But those who despise Him,
He will disdain.
Those who were strong
He will make weak;
Those who had boasted
He will make meek.
We are but ashes,
we are dust,
But the Lord is perfect,
God is just.
What once was blue
He thunders with grey,
For the Lord gives
and He takes away.
alexandersoul 