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