by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: February 11, 2009   Last Updated: January 02, 2012

Reign Check

We pray for a boom of our fortune and fame.

In dark disarray, we distribute the blame.

The rabble we raise echoes empty around,

Although we ignore it, we validate sound.

When woes will pour

Like mourning pools,

Who can restore?

The One who rules.

With weak preconceptions, we cede our survival.

Perhaps what we need is an old tent revival.

Our destiny teeters, but we keep on climbing,

Pursuing our dreams while the pride pump is priming.

When woes will pour

Like mourning pools,

Who can restore?

The One who rules.

So, saddled with sorrows, we smirk from the heart,

Consider ourselves to be savvy and smart.

Unwilling to look to the Author of love,

We've lost the equation that leads us above.

When woes will pour

Like mourning pools,

Who can restore?

The One who rules.

God offers a reign check, another new chance,

For all who will stand up and join in the dance.

He longs to pour mercy to cover our stain,

To rule in our hearts with His own healing rain.

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