Sinners in the Hands of God-- Found Poem

"Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" Found Poem, by TrinnBloom

The wrath of God

Is like great waters

Dammed

Rapid and mighty

When let loose.

Floods of God's

Vengeance

Withheld

Your guilt

Constantly increasing

Treasuring up more

Wrath

Everyday

The floodgate would open

Fiery floods of fierceness

Omnipotent power

The bow of God's wrath

The arrow on the string

Bends at your heart

Nothing but the mere pleasure of God

Keeps the arrow

Never

A great change of heart

Never

Born again

Nothing but his mere pleasure

Keeps you from everlasting destruction

Peace and Safety

Were nothing

But thin air and shadows

God

Holds you over the pit of hell

Abhors you

You are ten thousand times

So abominable in his eyes

You have offended him

You did not go to hell last night

You were suffered to awake again

You have not dropped into hell

God's hand has held you up

Provoking his pure eyes

By your sinful wicked manner

O sinner!

Fearful danger

You are in

A great furnace of wrath

A bottomless pit

Full of fire

By a slender thread

With flames flashing about

Nothing you can do

To induce God to spare you

You are thus in the hands of an angry God.