To He or She...There Are But These...a repost with a message link on How Many Genders Are There?

I'm re-posting this poem from Saturday because it ties in so well with the message we heard yesterday at our church.

How Many Genders Are There? a message from WBC


 

To he or she (there are but these)

Made male and female by the One

Who holds the drop of earth in space

And orders the path of the sun

To he or she who would deny,

While bloom still blooms and day still breaks

The One whose footstool is the sky

And Gives while mankind takes and takes

To he or she who has not known
 And therefore does not understand

The Presence of God on His throne

Is Essence in the soul of man

To he or she of unbelief
 And blinded by their eyes and ears

Knowledge is but a bitter grief

There is no comfort for their fears

To he or she that thinks that we

Live but from cradle to the grave

Ah, fall upon your knees and weep

To He who is mighty to save

To he or she who laughs at He

Who loves them, loved them unto death

Oh, pity their eternity

And pray for them while they have breath

To he or she who trusts in God

The One True God in full control

Do not despair, liar and fraud

Cannot, will not escape The Soul

© Janet Martin

  "LORD, there is no one like you to help the powerless against the mighty. Help us, LORD our God, for we rely on you, and in your name we have come against this vast army. LORD, you are our God; do not let mere mortals prevail against you."

2 Chron.14:11