Lies do not decompose on their own
Oh how they need God's grace!
Unkindness forms hideous thrones
Obscuring our view of His holy face.
In a world littered and grimed
God's great love has been exiled
What will happen over time
When sin on sin is over-piled?
Perhaps good men should not be silent
But this is a spiritual war
When I feel driven to violence
Help me to remember Your call.
For never by my own power
Could I clean up this mess
I think you wait for the hour
When to that I do confess.
And while I wait for Your Spirit
I'll clean my own mess away
For Yours is the cure and the judgement
Lord help me remember today.
Written by Barbara Rose
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