Taken from Isa. 2:22, this was one of the first poems I ever wrote. Summer 2007. Enjoy!
Stop Regarding Man
Stop regarding man
He, she, they were crafted by my hand
Made for my purposes, made for me.
Lifting themselves up like they
Own their soul, like they are in control.
But God what about their plans,
What about their stand—against you?
What about me, what about she,
God don’t you see, they’re not like me.
God, you listen, you see, you hear as if I
Was the only one around,
I know you see me.
Stop regarding Man
The kings, the rulers, the dictators
They are mature in maliciousness,
Unrighteousness and full of regret, they
Stand under heavy stones that
Just might crush their bones,
Again I say they think they
Are their own, they think they
Control stars and wind,
Money and fame,
Tv and gain,
They play the game,
In front of ignorant
Have nothing to eat.
The wicked don’t sleep
Whom they will
Devour. It tastes
Sour, the flavor of the water.
Power, that’s what they are after.
My hour, my time,
They will cower,
My Name is a strong tower.
Don’t you understand,
My Son is seated at my right hand,
Ready, worthy, eager to see His glory.
Without trepidation he will tread upon the nations.