The Lord Trieth

 In A Poem A Day till the Elections

He sits above the atmosphere
So very far
And yet so near
Beholding every life so dear
Especially them that want Him

Lover of soul so deep
Presence so sweet
Yet our country tis of thee have Rejected His tenderness
Refused His kindness

Bliss of favor divine upon our land of liberty
Freedom from sea to sea
We’ve yet ridiculed Him
The Lord who trieth with fire
Will now try thee

Trouble we’ve not know
Sorry dare not show
We are silly doves
That sold our souls
And does not know the trying of our hearts that’s before us

God tries the heart
Test the faithful
Teach with examples
Of frustration and purpose within us
Lover of soul so deep
Presence so sweet
Yet our country tis of thee have ridiculed His tenderness

Bliss of favor divine upon our land of liberty
Freedom from sea to sea
We’ve yet rejected Him
The Lord who trieth with fire
Will now try thee

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