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How Futile

by Tom Chapman © 2017

The posturing and threats from rogues in power,
The show of force and great display of might,
Parades of thousands, an impressive sight,
A missile ready in its launching tower,
All calculated to instil respect
Or even fear in those who might engage
In combat in this shrinking worldly stage;
A show of godless human intellect.
But God sets bounds on leaders and on kings;
He raises whom He will, and brings them down;
From nobodies to those of great renown,
He is the sovereign of all earthly things.
At God’s word nations rise and nations fall;
How futile that a man would show such gall.

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the
renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and
acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
Romans 12:2

This poem was a finalist in the February 2018 poetry contest

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