The Merciful God


The Lord is
merciful and love

slow to anger
and rich in
blessings

he does
not treat
us according
to our sin,

nor repay
according to
our faults

as parents
have compassion
on their
children

the lord has
pity
on those who
follow him

for he knows
what we are
made off

he remembers
that we are
“dust”

as for us
our days are
like grass

we flowers,
like flowers
on the feeds

the winds
blows and we
have gone

and our
places never
see us again

as we close
our eyes
and remain
unopened

as flesh
and dust
are the same

just like salt
it’s cooked
and gone

like days
do perish
just like
yesterday does

the breeze
flee away
the bees
the trees were
happy last night

like promise
remain unpaid
slow like shadow
the soul…

God never
forsake me
even I lost
my flesh here
take my soul.

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