A golden hammer falls

With the sound of justice

Seeds planted

Reaped with sharp swords.

In the heat of the day

Flowers wilt away

Wealth of the few

Becomes dust in the hands.



He somehow proudly stands

After bowing so low

Face to face

Judge shows him all

In the heat of a moment

Day to end all days,

Naked poverty of man

Woman left empty.



And they stand

One by one

Weighed in the balance

Stroke on one

Then on another

As they fall, one by one

Found wanting

In the balance.

About Gary Bertnick

I was a Minnesota teenager in the late 1960's. I was drafted into the military after an intense time at an engineering school. As a graduate chemical engineer and former athlete, I became a Marine Corps private. The Lord spoke to me through a friend while visiting Rapid City,S.D. My true discipleship began in Southern California and was boosted through association with Morris Cerullo Ministry and others. I fed upon the Scriptures and have learned to be led by the Holy Spirit. I know what the fear of the Lord is. What I write is done to honor the Lord and to touch the lives of those who know Him as well as those who should.
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