TEMPERED IN THE WORD: in preview
-Bonita M Quesinberry
"I" sang a song and gained
fame.
"I" wrote the words and
became a household name.
"I" invented great wonders
and accepted the glories.
Oh, this "I" society
and its puffed up stories!
It thinks it is free to fly,
yet in bondage it struggles to try.
"I" healed the soul,
body and mind,
for you see, "I"
am a special kind.
"I" built rockets
and flew to the moon.
Why, "I" even developed
the flowers that bloom.
Oh, this "I" society and its
self-acclaimed wonders!
You well tremble,
for God's wrath
greatly thunders!
"I" am judge, jury
and executioner of law.
Before "I", even nations
tremble and fall!
Why, pray tell me,
who is better than "I",
"I", who can cast
the mote from your eye?
Oh, "I", be damned
and committed to hell!
For the devil's number you
have and his name you spell!
Truth is, "I" created
whore mongers, murderers,
liars and cheats,
only to fall by the wayside,
"I"~~ lying in defeat.
"I"~~ cannot glory in itself
and claim belief,
nor out of its mire
can it dredge relief!
For all that is created,
invented and healed,
the glory to God, or "I"~~
won't be heavenly sealed.
