A poem on Psalm 36.
The Wicked whispers in their heart,
“No Fear of God shall take its part.”
Their words are False, their deeds unkind, —
no room for Wisdom in their mind.
They plot their schemes upon their bed;
their paths are dark where feet are led.
They Shun what’s Good, Embrace what’s Wrong,
and walk where shadows stretch too long.
Your Love, O Lord, Ascends the skies, —
Your Faithfulness forever flies.
Your Justice stands like mountain steep,
Your Judgements vast as ocean deep.
You Save both man and beast, O King, —
beneath Your Wings we Rest and Sing.
The Feast of Life your House provides;
with Rivers pure, our souls abide.
For in Your Light we see the Way, —
the Truth that turns the Night to Day.
Continue Love to hearts Sincere,
and guide the Upright ever near.
Let not the proud stand o’er my head,
nor wicked hands where I am led.
For they shall fall—cast down, undone, —
their evil silenced, Justice won.
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