The Wicked Rage

Why do the wicked rage

And imagine a vain thing

They think to do damage

To the children of the king

But in the pit they are digging

Surely will they fall

For all the pits they dig for us

At the last, their name will call

Just like the gallows Haman had

In mind for Mordecai

On the gallows he prepared

Did Haman surely die

Or what about the soldiers

That threw the Hebrews in,

To the fiery furnace

They were never seen again

So when you are plotting

Against a child of God

Make sure that you are able

In their steps to trod

For all that you have planned for them

Will turn and come to you

When you least expect it

And your payment becomes due

By, Denise Jeter