What there upon one foot I see
'pon yonder beach-filled sand
a seagull stagnant in the breeze
on right foot doth he stand
While bearing strong though winds assail
against his feathered brow
his place made firm with gripping claws
and none canst move him now
Yet what be this, a changing tide
where waters ebb and flow
the sweeping splash prevail his stance
and forces him to go
No longer thus erected firm
upon his right leg stance
the movement changed his vantage point
the right without a chance
And thus this fowl reminds to look
of man's once sacred stand
forsaken for the man made rules
no longer God's command
And what was once foundation sure
the holy written word
now cast aside by ebb and flow
of humanistic blurb
And shift within their wavered trends
from one day to the next
force fluid rule and sloshing norms
their ever changing text
And if there be no solid ground
What shall the standard be?
The shifting ways of man to reign
and none shall ever be
What's right one day shall soon be left
and left shall be the none
for alteration wavered path
will all belong to one
And regimented rule no more
from God's Creative throne
for man knows more than He that rules
who hath forever known
But alas the story ends
that wayward man won't be
but evermore shall thus contend
and stand on God's decree
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