"FORSYTHIA"
God's mysteries and mercies are so wonderful to behold
Why have we become so futile, apaced, seeking riches and gold?
No longer is forsythia the anticipation of our mind
Because we are so intrinsically, materialistically blind

Our facade of being Hessians when we are ruffians
This folly is not divine grace from God's right hand,
Queue is the plight of so many in this human population
Despite El Shaddai's providence, so bountiful, to repast all nations

Our chronicling impishness is nothing but camphor
Thus our children lack gratitude, respect and honor,
When tragedy strikes we quickly prostrate in repentance
As time passes, impious maladies are recrudescence

Lord, help us to wear cardigans of Immanuel's grace
As this sojourner's life foyer is surely stealing apace,
Interspersed words of blessings in all we do and say
For surely the futility of mammon we would loose our way

Let our sombres be not of gold and glory but love and mercy
Lest the eiderdown of our children become tragedy,
May our intolerance and self-righteousness be emitted resignedly
That our minstrels be hallelujahs for eternity...
 

by sheriffgali