Judgment’s Mire

Suits and ties are their holy attire
But feet are stuck in judgment’s mire.
Missed the joy of freedom’s rest,
Always fear they’ll fail the test.
In heaven’s love they do not trust,
By words and deeds they must be just.
Faith and grace painted on their wall
But fear and doubt—
Have stained their soul.

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Published in: on August 6, 2009 at 2:02 am  Leave a Comment  
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