Parable 13: Justice For the Chosen
There once was a city with a judge
who feared not God, for none would he budge.
But a widow kept coming
with demands that were numbing
till he gave her justice as a privilege.
Will not God give justice to his chosen?
for he patiently listens to the broken
as they cry night and day
out of fear and dismay.
His justice will pour out like a lotion.
Matthew 18.1-8
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