Richard Merrell Poems

The pit is full of spiders
With eyes that glow bright red;
These spiders crawl upon the flesh
Of those that die, undead.
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Today I was angry with the Lord
I swore, and in my sin
I knew all along it was me
Not Him who was wrong.
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Each day brings a sure design
whether good or bad,
But for each day I thank God
And in each day am glad.
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Before I knew Messiah I was dead
On my sins I daily fed;
A real great person in my sight
Was myself, mine own delight.
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God's love goes out to comfort
To save and justify
But only through blood of the Christ
On that flow I do rely.
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My body is now still
No movement does it make
Cold from head to feet
Takes no sleep nor wakes.
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Religion is a curse
Filled with the rules of man;
As opposed to Christian faith
Filled by God's perfect plan.
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I esteem each day unto the Lord
Each of them the same,
So I esteem the weeks and months
The sunshine and the rain.
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Do not blame another
When you err and sin,
It's so easy to place your fault
Upon a 'her' or 'him.'
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Holy hands uplifted
Holy hands do win,
A battle with the devil
And a victory over sin.
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