No one wanders free forever There is an answering station We are held accountable for our action And are no longer an attraction Some will be called the chaff While others, the underdogs. Will be known as the wheat They will be separated and While the good people are saved The chaff will be burned to ashes We have been told of this and Those blatant have ignored it The humble and the peacemakers Made a point to absorb it and Now they take their place on the Right hand of the Man of grace The loud talkers and the ludicrous Will be silent and in shame They were the big shots for a while But now pathetic and lame They will lead the choir of the gnashing Hoping to attract sympathy and love But their game which they controlled Is over; they are ignored as turtledoves We scorn the devil for attempting Eve We could call it the big deceive We point our fingers as above it all But succumb to the same temptations We have learned from a precious Man Who gave up His life for our sins He told us how to live our lives Sure we stumble, but then we begin We are not arrogant and ignore Willingly bear the weight of the cross Go to the fringes as He did before We try to follow and not be a fan Persevere through difficulty Teach others as best we can We are members of His faculty We hear the horns play and Are summoned by His call We are filled with His glory We are His; we did not fall Stanski August 26, 2021
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