The liars deepest lair,
The sinners widest court,
The deceivers tallest chair.
Tradition has come to pass,
Prophecy has come to full,
Teachings to the mass.
The Way is made as tradition,
The Truth is made as foolish,
The Life is made as religion.
When will We behold Thee Glory?
How soon will you make vengeance?
When will you end this story?
You will shout over me with joy,
I sing to you with praises,
You are my mighty Warrior who saves.
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 11:04 PM UTC
The liars deepest lair,
The sinners widest court,
The deceivers tallest chair.
Tradition has come to pass,
Prophecy has come to full,
Teachings to the mass.
The Way is made as tradition,
The Truth is made as foolish,
The Life is made as religion.
When will We behold Thee Glory?
How soon will you make vengeance?
When will you end this story?
You will shout over me with joy,
I sing to you with praises,
You are my mighty Warrior who saves.
Reflection on Zephaniah 3:17
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