The wicked surround the righteous
Like tribesmen around a flame
To a song of joy they dance
All while in a trance
Sometimes they get too close
And learn a lesson dire
That evil's only for a moment
But the righteous live forever

The good walk in a line
Straight and narrow as she goes
Everyone wants to turn them aside
And ask them what they hold
Yet when they tell the truth
They refuse to hear what's told
For wisdom is too high for fools
Yet better than fine gold

The wicked surround the righteous
Like moths drawn to a lamp
They do not fear the Son
And aren't a target of the evil one
They like darkness more than light
They're like bugs under a rug
They mock and scorn the purer souls
Until God pulls the plug