God builds His city, His people grafted in
He makes materials to size
God builds His city, His people grafted in
He makes materials to size
Here we are again at this well-known spot
Craziness abounds these days, flippin’ hard to filter through
Who can’t He reach ? Is there any beyond the grasp of His love?
For what can we trust Him, surely not all?
Yahweh is perfect in all He is and does
I am an empty vessel stuck inside these walls of skin
Every human hands Him over
The ground we walk on, given
On the other side we will finally be home
Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace
You are a light that brightens a dark
Here’s today’s poem. It’s called:
AI has a great head but no hands and no heart
Bots are bright, they help us write
No fear so stuck at start
They can read yet they can't heed
With Him they have no part
Prophets knew He'd come through
They told us all The Truth
Angels heard His saving Word
Their longings long in the tooth
Like a bot, the angels not
No hands nor heart
Only humans Christ redeems
Others have no part.
Psalms 111:10 (KJV)
10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom:
a good understanding have all they that do his commandments:
his praise endureth for ever.
1 Peter 1:12 (KJV)
12 Unto whom it was revealed, that not unto themselves, but unto us they did minister the things, which are now reported unto you by them that have preached the gospel unto you with the Holy Ghost sent down from heaven; which things the angels desire to look into.
How great is a soul to anchor a self