Buried in dirt the columns are lost,
A
fine home in its time, valued at a great cost.
But
on the wind came its great demise,
When
subtle, not foreign, a fiend came in surprise.
Now
in the bank they stand forever gone,
For
dirt fills what once held a celebrating throng.
Was
there no warning for such destiny?
Where
is God in all this, or is that blasphemy?
Ions
and ions of dust rests here,
But
first, betrayal from within, by one so dear.
How
else could this tragedy take place?
An
army would just destroy and lay it to waste.
But
here in this hill the columns stand,
A
true testament delivered about this land.
For
it’s not the expected that comes,
But
it’s the unseen knife that to the heart was lunged.
If
attacked within can we survive?
What
are the lessons from this scene that we derive?
Our
eternal fall began within.
It
was when man allowed his heart to take in sin.
God
was forgotten for this world’s wealth,
But
in Jesus regained our eternal soul’s health.
Don’t
be buried within, filled by dirt,
But
stand forever in Jesus, and stay alert.
Selah
Buried Within by Ronhales Luke 11:17