Woe to Man, Hope in Christ

Woe to the man,
Who takes his life in his own hands,
Who tries to run but can’t even stand,
An artist who doesn’t know tan from cyan,
A man with no clue and no plan,
Just another face in the grand stands,
Talking about everything from blah blah to bleep bleep,
Saying life’s too hard and to steep,
God’s promises he can’t keep,
But we have hope,
We don’t live our lives by the thread of a rope,
A castle minus a mote,
We have Christ to help us cope,
When we choke,
Amidst the endless slopes,
And the clouds of smoke,
That burns our eyes,
That starts our demise,
But with the strength of Christ we again rise,
As we look to the verses,
Christ strips away the curses,
And the core lies that enforces,
So we step on the bus,
Turn to him and trust,
God’s word says it’s a must,
Or it’s off to hell for us,
Eternal lust,
Punished like those in Leviticus,
But thank God he has mercy on us,
A love that’s continuous,
Endless,
Timeless,
Ageless,
Changeless,
So live life to please Christ and not men,
Run hard after God and don’t worry about them.