We are in that final day, Lord. Take them out. Or take me out. Do you remember King David's plea? Will you hear it once more?
who skillfully weave spells.
Like a slug that moves along in slime, like a woman’s miscarried child, they will not see the sun.
Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns—whether green or burning—He will sweep them away.
“Yes, there is a reward for the righteous! There is a God who judges on earth!”