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A Statue (Author Rita G. McCormick)

Statues made with hands are cold and siting still.
Not warm and loving like God's will.
Never walking, never talking, it's in the mind.
Never beholding the creator's life & joy, peace assigned.
Statues large, never take charge, statues cannot be trusted.
There will be no justice brotherly love is received from above.
Idols silver, bronze and gold, much to vague to love or hold.
Work of human hands, compare to building in the sand.
They have mouths but do not speak this makes them weak!
Eyes but do not see is this really how you care to be free?
Noses, with no sense of smell without God you won't prevail.
Those who make them will be like them there is no cure.
They didn't die for you. Christ is pure, this you can be sure.
They were not scorned for your health with God there is wealth.
A living Savior feels what you feel always listens when you kneel.
He gives A gift, incorruptible seed with a seal. See what you see.
You have a guarantee. Hear what you hear. So please give ear.
Smell what you smell and help you bloom out of your shell.
Statues in our lives lead us astray in our minds and in each day.
We hold tight to our fears that leads us to years of tears.