Guard your turf,

Avenger-God,

Judge of earth.

Pay back the proud

for their loud mouths.

How long, O Lord,

will the wicked be glad?

How long will their words

boast and brag?

They pummel your people;

they crush your kids.

They kill widows and orphans

and immigrants.

They believe you don’t see.

Well, listen up, fools!

Get a clue!

God makes the rules.

Give him his due!

Ear creator hears.

Eye designer sees.

Knowledge maker knows.

Wicked plans get trashed,

but God’s plans stand.

And we’re blessed.

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Inspired by Psalm 94:1-12.