The Jig Is Up

You don’t want to hear his laughter. When this Father has to come down there like in don’t make me come downstairs… When the Lord laughs; when he scoffs, all bets are off. You’ll be dizzy when you see the hosts of heaven, the giant scepter… the crown. He is enthroned in heaven. There is no better place. This kingdom can never be replaced. You can’t kick @ ss. You will certainly be thinking in the waiting cell of all the h #ll you’ve put people through. I can see you calculating excuses— why they deserved it. And it was fun…remember. You’ll be sheepishly smiling but with each clank of an opening cell you’ll be sweating, anxiety replenishing, sick with a tummy ache. This can’t be real… close your eyes. It's only a nightmare. But your senses are all too clear, top form in fact. For the really big mistakes dad made you wait… and this is a really big whopper… So you grow angry curse and swear using every profanity. You see it n*e*v*e*r occurs to you to get down on your knees. Gravity calls; the jig is up. Key turns in the lock 9/8/2021 Psalm 2