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O Lord, heavenly host,
Rouse to punish nations;
Send the Holy Ghost,
Crumble their foundations.
Spare none who plot evil,
Sounding like howling dogs;
Prowling for the devil,
Are nothing but dirt hogs.
Bellowing swords from tongue,
Who will hear them they think;
Obscenities are flung,
While poison they drink.
The Lord will laugh at them,
Holding any nation;
To rebuke and condemn,
For contempt derision.
The Lord will watch for you,
For He is my fortress;
Faithfulness remains true,
Shielding when in duress.
Because His steadfast love,
Triumphant over foes;
Because of my mind thereof,
God abundantly knows.
Slay not lest we forget,
Make them totter from might;
That they sincerely fret,
From His glory so bright.
For the sin from their lips,
So, trap them in their pride;
Ensuring their feet slips,
Lies Satan will provide.
God consumes them with wrath,
Consume until no more;
Being blocked on their path,
To hear the lions roar.
They wander to find food,
Growling while starving;
Because their attitude,
Death will give them their sting.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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