GOOD GOD

God wore me,
He sent me to a nation,
Once did He speak,
Twice did I hear.

I spoke to the sent,
Twice did I speak,
Not once did they listen,
Doom and disaster lurks.

Lord, I’m tired,
Keep speaking He said
I kept speaking
Grace and mercy at last.

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