How full of sin is the earth, oh Lord?

Days and days have transgressed

having surpassed the weighty soil

having compromised the light source

Breaking down

Oh Lord, is our earth?

As organic construction begins to,

when wear and tear are prudent

rather than your sovereign desires taught

and the night drawn vehement

How long, oh Lord, will the earth hold still

while the sun purges through its veil

confusing the dead inside,

leaving residual, pocketing the thieves

How fearful, oh God!

I must consider your heart, then mine

while the world is burning down

from coast to coast

© 2018 Courtney Grant