The Pages Of Passion

 Do you judge uprightly, Oh son of man?

Do you take confusion and declare you can stand?

By the footsteps on your path, do you lay a snare...

Like the first ripe plum, that you cherish so dear?

Are you as merciful, as the God you serve?

Do you speak with authority and grant what is deserved?

Are you a fair weathered friend, where wickedness dwell..

When adversity comes, can your neighbour foretell?

Do you hunger for wisdom, to speak to the wind?

To stand and declare, you will no longer sin?

Your habitual frown, is it as white..

To cut asunder, every evil in sight?

What manner of glee, is set upon your heart?

Where the fixings of mercy, is absent of smart..

Do clouds in array, clothe you with grace?

As the souls of the dying, cry out in pace..

Where do you go, in times of distress?

Who do you lean on, when your life becomes a mess?

The God of heaven, hears every word..

On the pages of passion, their voices are heard.