Conceit’s sleepless nights are his reminder,
Of the truth that he wants to forget,
Believing his lies begun from malice,
Forgetting that Truth is not easily deceived,
Foolish conceit believes his own deceit,
Pride will be his sure foundation for destruction.
God’s love is found in every kind word,
Words that reach out to every open heart,
Providing a way to know where to tread,
When my heart is seeking a place to belong,
Surrounded by the taunts of hate’s vicious lies,
I search for the honest hope of faithfulness,
His life giving words of heartfelt care,
Given in an ever flowing stream.
Justice will find a place to stay,
Not a ramshackle shack falling down,
But, a mansion built as a home for all truth,
Love’s trustworthy heart gushes with endearing care,
Victory belongs to those in Eternity’s care.