The wicked mock
But time is ticking
On the clock
Evil reigns
In these dark days
But soon the Son will shine
His eternal rays
How in the heat of his glory
Will the wicked be tormented
They lorded it over others
And never have repented
Thy think they've escaped
And gotten away
With their wickeds deeds
They do each day
Still Yahweh sees
His righteous ones in pain
Suffering at the hands
Of the wickeds gain
Pay them back double
For each wicked deed
And still for them
God did bleed
Sometimes I'm torn
Between love and hate
My enemies I want
To have a horrible fate
When they hurt
My little child
I want to reign down fire
I want to go wild
Then I look
To the cross of Gods Son
And I behold the mystery
Of all that God done
They tore Him apart
And the Father did nothing
While the wicked went home
Still mocking and laughing
Oh God help me to love
My child's enemies
Help me to pray
And raise up aching pleas
For their hope
And for their salvation
Oh help me see them
As your creation
Broken sinners
Putting others down
To lift themselves up
They'll kick you to the ground
Oh God
Let them kick me
I'll bear it all
If my child can go free
Yet the greatest pain
Is not what's done to me
It's to watch another you love
Be broken you see
How deep the Fathers love
To watch His Only Son
Oh blessed Mary our Mother
What a salvation you have won
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