The books get read
The shows get watched
And heroes rock and roll
And evil in a thousand ways
Wreaks havoc with the soul
We fear the dark
And fear the strange
And dare not let tears show
When all the while
The “tougher” path
Would see the mercy grow
Would see the helps
And see the hugs
And hear the prayers upraised.
Then why oh why
With all we have
The twisted get our praise?
They scowl and flex
Leave homes in wrecks
And have no time for care.
But God is KIng
O’er everything
And births grace anywhere.


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