Sinner and saints

Poetry

Is there a great divide, between a sinner in Saint,

All there is, is one’s mistake,

Between a king and, someone that lives on the street?

Like Pride before a fall,

Or not being thankful at all, When we Elevate ourselves,

Over others we will soon find. Our selves face down, eating dirt.

Till we remember the fathers will who love us,

Enough to. Humble our hearts .and call to our soul.

do heed and understand Recognize The fathers mighty Hand.

we to we’re error, Not understanding, His Correction,

Blindly wondering why, this is happening To me

It was our loving Father’s Hand Guiding me, Where we needed to be