The heart of man is fertile ground
For every evil ever found:
Injustice, greed,
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
Oppressors cruel,
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?
Octopencil 
HRC
The way you write poetry is extraordinary! The way you describe the
tolerance of God is astounding. My own sin life is painful enough but
now after this poem, it hurts even more. The mercy of God and His
forgiveness is unbelievable. How can He even desire to have a
relationship with me? At the cost of His Son! This poem is perfect
for Resurrection Sunday.
Thank you
DF
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