Wrath of God,
I fear it.
For I hear of fire, rage, and destruction.
I hear of death and blood seeping into the ground.
But, I know nothing of justice.
For wrath’s fire rests on a heavenly candle, touching muddy
earth.
The clouds are unstable So too are the waves But my faith is stable, solid. Rally and debate is unstable. Fire and Water too. But, God hold us safe.
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