My heart bears the wounds of violence,
I witness daily random acts of cruelty,
Plans made from pride,
Crush those who seek humility,
Targeting those who love God’s voice,
I wonder how much longer it will be allowed,
Justice is a growing in it’s thunderous anger.
The evil intentions cloaked in sweet words,
Are obvious when God voice is whispering to me daily,
Greed will be exposed as poverty,
Possessions torn from evil’s grasp,
Left with nothing but their pitiful pride.
Shame will be violence’s only lasting memory,
Pursued by God’s rage against their cruel acts,
They will be left with nothing,
Destined to everlasting poverty,
Terror will be their last glance at this life,
When God turns up he demands attention.
There is still time for everyone to listen,
God reminds us daily of his presence,
Peace is an opportunity waiting to be grasped,
God will not forget those who have learned to listen,
Forgiveness is the balm for all wounds,
Open hearts that are broken open to pour out love,
This is the healing that God brings to our wounds.