Do not rage against the light
nor against the One who made it
Do not dare to mock His right
to do with you as He sees fit
People or things
People or things
On which side do you come down on?
For He died upon a thing
Not for it
But for you.
RWOz2
Sinner before the Lord’s tribunal
Held in the Hands of the living God
For the Lord’s not just judge but witness
To all your years as you trod the sod
Not summoned before a peer-made jury
But to face all alone His hell bound fury
Perhaps you think it’s all been fated
Kept in the Hands of the living God
Hanging uneven ‘tween hell and Heaven
What would tip the scales to bring them even?
With what now can they be freighted?
Held by the Hands of the living God
With breath in silence bated
Not even a single wrong unstated
Know you not
The judge who passes sentence
Whose final word is final law
No longer waits for you
To take stock of what you’ve done
What will be the final decision
Was it His or was it yours all along
When you crawled from the Hands of the living God
RWOz2
On deck the air radiated hot and oppressive, despite the fact of our swift forward motion. At the bow it was more akin to a blast furnace.
Elijah stayed in the sanctuary cabin over night and was missing from the vigil we were keeping on the bridge in the early dawn hours. So I assumed he was still there.
Out of the grayness a wide expanse of ocean came into focus beyond the closing pincers of the enveloping morass.
The Captain despaired. In his judgment the welcome sight was still too far away.
But then it were as if we crossed a line into a polar region and a fierce wind blew from behind us forward, forcing the pincers apart.
Enough writes:
Moglen abruptly left their criminal “festivities.”
They have no idea the judgment they are storing up for themselves.
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