Judgement Poem by George Herbert

Judgement



Almightie Judge, how shall poore wretches brook
Thy dreadfull look,
Able a heart of iron to appall,
When thou shalt call
For ev'ry man's peculiar book?

What others mean to do, I know not well;
Yet I heare tell,
That some will turn thee to some leaves therein
So void of sinne,
That they in merit shall excell.

But I resolve, when thou shalt call for mine,
That to decline,
And thrust a Testament into thy hand:
Let that be scann'd.
There thou shalt finde my faults are thine.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: judgement
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joshua Adeyemi 08 April 2017

Makes me to think of the judgement day.......Lovely poem! By a Lovely poet! . I just love this poet because he always intoxicate me and also affirms to me their are still poets that stands for God. Love you! ! !

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