The Lord And His Rod
Grace makes you face
Those troubles of different phase.
I have such a God,
That seem to others as rod.
For they're drown in flesh,
And sin they'd made their bench.
They see no wrong at all,
And care not if their neighbour fall.
In the midnight they did crawl,
With thirsty blood piercing claws.
They want to get all they want,
And for that they proceed in their hunt.
Till they touch the Lord's,
And theLord use his rod.
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Yahweh's love for his elect.