His Retribution
He gathers the waters of the sea
And rushes them to shore
To wash away the wickedness
Of man forever more
He foils the plans of nations
No king escapes His wrath
Do not fret over wicked men for
The righteous will find their path
Mountains crumble at His command
River banks will overflow
He shakes the ground of nations
No grace for unrepentant foes
As the earth gives way
And the great cities slide into the sea
Desolation will fall upon all nations
And wars will fill both land and sea
This shall be the lasting fate
Of those who trust most in themselves
Like sheep they are destined for slaughter
Unless they take God into themselves
Copyright © Kristie Raburn | Year Posted 2017
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