Sympathy of Soul
After the order of His Son.
Ordained to choose to get good done.
I dare not rehearse the matter.
wrest or twist the Word will splatter.
We see evil being done to all,
Smitten on cheek, what will befall.
Pain felt now, but glory greater,
For the righteous comes later.
How can I stand by watching this?
Blood of the innocent will hiss.
Will stand as witness as a shield.
Repentant believer will yield.
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