Sons and Daughters

>>> Rivers like convictions, flow contrary to togetherness, sadly <<<

Sons and Daughters
By Arley Steinhour 111016

In this Land, of many Rivers,
Our Country, Blessed by God,
Corrupted now, gives me Shivers,
To think, we deserve the Iron Rod.

Election, now finished,
Who would have thought,
Closed not, Diminished,
Losing side, still Truly Wroth.

Like the many Rivers,
It takes diversity to Flow,
But if there's Takers and Givers,
Our waters, don't know where to go.

Rivers, should teem, filled with life,
Not overflow, and destroy the land,
Watering endeavors to 'Dissuade Strife,'
That we can share, and not Disband.

Hatred can only Flood the Heart,
Into Destructive acts of malice,
Not so, if everyone does their Part,
We could Fill, God's Golden Chalice.

Ponder, Please, we're being Tested,
Like Nineveh, and Jonah, by God,
Once he Repented, half digested,
Nineveh Repented, Jonah spared 'Rod.'

We, too can do that, by diverting our 'Waters,'
From a Flood Stage, into, Irrigating Streams,
Repenting our Ways, to be Sons and Daughters,
Or, be Spouse of God, The One, of His Dreams.

AMEN