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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Comments1
"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!
It is written!
NICE!!!!
and you're right, who are we to tell God anything when He already knows,
And He knows what's best for us,
Great job!!!
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