Who are you, to tell me who my children are.
I see it all, the near and the far.
I search the heart, and know the truth.
No man can claim.
I am: The proof.
The contrite and humble will know my name,
And I will remove all their shame.
But, the wicked are like the troubled sea,
In my rest they cannot be.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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"No rest for the wicked" as it has been quite famously passed on from generation to generation!
There's nothing new under the sun.
Too right there!
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