A Poem on Psalm 7

There is a debt that’s coming due,
a mark against the monarch of the sky.
The Creator’s coming to see what’s broke
and hound all those who’ve hurt the few.

But now they hunt and seek to hurt,
they strive to scourge the king’s own flesh and blood
and purge the marrow from the earth and me.
I look for refuge in the dirt.

Arise and call your armies forth,
enforce your justice on a clockwork world
that strives to set a rhythm all its own.
Your compass has defined true north.

Lord, make the wicked filled with rue,
bring justice hued with mercy to your court,
fill the earth with your praise like at a birth,
and come to make all things brand new.

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