Slayer

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Evil slays the wicked:

 

Have you heard?

 

They bring it on their own head;

 

It's Written in His Word. 

 

The slayer slays himself:

 

How absurd. 

 

His ways are not our ways,

 

He is higher than the earth. 

 

His thoughts are not our thoughts,

 

How can we know our worth?

 

He exalts the humble,

 

Puts the proud in their place.

 

As for the wicked,

 

They seal their own fate.

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2024 05:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • arqios

    Only too glad for human wisdom, strength, ingenuity can be such a let down. Catch the news the last fortnight alone?

  • 2781

    Not much, I hear enough though.

  • Parisab

    Thanks for reminders of the much needed faith…

  • Thomas W Case

    So true. Great work.

    • 2781

      Praise the Lord!



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