The heart of man is fertile ground
For every evil ever found:
And every breed
Of lust and hate in there is bound.
God cannot call the sinner just.
To tell a lie would break all trust:
No judge to rule
No vengeance for those crushed to dust.
But though all wrong must have its due
He keeps His love of man in view.
“I will forbear
And show my care
And wait before my vengeance sue.”
In toleration long He waits
While evil grows and good abates.
No instant wrath
Devours man’s path
But blessings still attend their gates.
The years stream by–will man repent
And seek forgiveness for his bent
And evil will?
Or transgress still
Until the wrath is full for vent?