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No One is Like God

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All the remnant of the house,
That was carried in the womb
And has been born by your spouse,
Shall be resting in the tomb.

On your old age I am He,
With gray hair I carry you;
I will carry you to see,
The future you will pursue.

I have made and I will bear,
I will carry and will save;
I will continue to share,
Confidence to make you brave.

To whom will you liken Me,
Compare to make Me equal;
That we be alike to be,
Harmoniously tranquil.

Those who lust gold in their purse,
Weigh out silver in their scales;
I will cast on them a curse,
And any investment fails.

They make it into their god,
Since they fall down to worship;
An idol which is a fraud,
With a poison in its cup.

They lift it to their shoulders,
And they set it in its place;
All those who are beholders,
Will be living in disgrace.

It will stand there and won’t move,
The idol cannot answer;
No response to behoove,
Acting like a benign cancer.

Copyright © 2025 Richard Newton Sherrer

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