You’re the judge. Do – right and fair, pro – tect your heart and – hands each day.
Wicked people – lie from birth, they – wander and they – go astray
Some are poison, – some don’t listen. – Arguments their – minds don’t sway.
God knows how to – deal with them. They’re – not your business – anyway.
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Let them be like – grass that’s trodden – like a snail dis – solved to slime;
Like the stuff scrubbed – from the bottom – of a pot en – cased in grime.
When the righteous – see God’s justice, – satisfaction – is sublime.
Folks will say that – there’s reward, so – wait for God to – act in time.
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Photo: by shahin khalaji on Unsplash
Source: Psalm 58
Text: © David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Yr Hun Gan (A Welsh Lullaby)
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