Hurts and Sods

I am but ashamed to hear and see

When brethren brawl, Christ not centred

Personal feelings at top peaks

The word, reverenced at a later date

All for hurts, words and more words

You speak, and culture infers

Is it the word of Christ or yours?

My heart breaks over and sods

Will the mines ever stop exploding?

Especially where the sting of death,

Has placed hands on a babe, no more

Will mercy take precedence abode?

Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy.

Micah 7:13, KJV

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