It is the Lord in Whom I trust
How can you say to me
Run for your life, or like a bird
Up to the mountain flee?
Indeed the wicked bend their bow
The upright to pursue
And when foundations are destroyed
What can the righteous do?
The Lord on High sits on His throne
Examining their ways
The wicked, who love violence
With brimstone He repays
Behold, the wicked ones, He hates
And judgment is their place
The Lord loves righteousness instead
The upright see His face.
© 2014 J Dan Small