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God will come to meet me,
And He will let me crow;
Over those who I see,
Spy on me and I know.
Please do not murder them,
My people may forget;
God will surely condemn,
For crimes being in debt.
So just make them wander,
Aimlessly in a maze;
Give them time to ponder,
Over for many days.
The Lord will bring them down,
His might is our shield;
Their king will crush his crown,
Not knowing how to yield.
From their mouths of the sin,
The foul words on their lips;
That corrupted within,
With poison each one sips.
Let them find they are trapped,
In their own arrogance;
Curses and lies they rapped,
Will give them no defense.
God will destroy in rage,
Destroy them till all gone;
Throw in the lion cage,
For their breakfast at dawn.
Then they know that God rules,
To the ends of the earth;
They will know they were fools,
And also know their true worth.
They will return in the night,
As they will howl like dogs;
Prowl until morning light,
Speaking strange dialogues.
They want something to eat,
And continue to prowl;
God will not feed them meat,
Until death they will howl.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
God will Come
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