I was rummaging through some papers and came across an old poem that I never finished. I thought I would share what I had written. Maybe one day I'll finish it. Maybe I'll be able to give it a better ending.
Discernment's eyes are closed
The prophet's lips are sealed
While wolves roam around in sheep's clothes
and the godly man is killed.
The earth staggers like a drunkard
The "found" have lost their way
Here is the day for the man,[b]but where is the man for the day?
[i]Psalm 12:1 Help LORD, for the godly man ceaseth, for the faithful fail from among the children of men.
Blessings,
Jeremy Hulsey
