Secondhand Smoke

"Long has My grace been proffered Long has intercession been offered Short is My space for repentance 'On my terms!' frames their resistance 'Tis not I who needs to change Defying My terms will estrange Worship Me in spirit and truth Stop treating My words as uncouth My Vineyard I designed to produce But not all of My grapes have juice These are destined for destruction They refuse to obey My instruction Secondhand smoke provokes My eyes Their sacrifices only antagonize Their outcome has been decreed Curses will pursue their seed Their toxic smoke is spreading The effects of it - upsetting False gods mislead and blind Fulfilling the devil's design Blowing immoral smoke in My face Masking deceit without disgrace They have earned My displeasure I'll punish them in full measure But My good grapes will inherit As joint-heirs, they'll share it They truly love and obey Me Becoming My priority I'll restore the Universe for them New Jerusalem from every kind of gem Justice and righteousness prevail Secondhand smoke is a devil's tale"