(Nah 1:1-15, Psalm 2, 1 Corinthians 2:6-10)
You cannot read their minds. They hide their true intentions, Like hunters do in blinds, Too late for circumventions. Baited by their chumming, They boast by saying this, "You cannot stop what's coming!" Their assassins did not miss. Cruel conquest brings them joy. "Like a lion I raged!" With their prey they will toy, With sport they are engaged. But lost in all this glory, They fail to understand. It's God who writes the story- His responses are preplanned! What you plot against Him, While you celebrate your win, Your win is just the prelim- He will turn it into ruin! Better consider the Cross! Jesus died for gain, not loss. He mocks their succumbing, "You cannot stop what's coming!"
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