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Behold, I am Here


I know your  complaints, I hear how you cry
I feel your frustration, and your wondering why
You see the wicked, how they prosper and gain
You watch as they sinfully reign
Where is God, is He not concerned
Why is this chaff not cut down and burned
Will not the judge of all the earth do right
These are the thoughts that stir in the night
Why would God allow the wicked to rule
From our government down to our schools
Why would he give them authority over us
And let them rule without a fuss
Are we not is chosen, is He not our king
You would think He would do something
I spoke to the Lord and I heard Him say
Behold I work a work in your day
He assured me it was all in his hands
And that everything works according to his plans
The wicked will not prosper always
He has already numbered their days
And all in which they  have placed their faith
Will in an instant be all wiped away
But they who wait on the lord, faithful and true
Oh what rewards He has for you
Blessed the Lord God, for He is good
Even in things that are misunderstood
His grace and mercy flows to all  the nations
I will joy in the Lord of my salvation
~Jackie Moore~
6/26/10
Habakkuk1-4







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