THE STRONGMAN
Every day, he seems to find
A new way to incite
And inflict pain, while laying blame
On those who have no might
What if God is helping him
Because he’s such a mess—
A man devoid of empathy, truth, and righteousness?
Could it be that God pities him
Because he’s so reviled—
Loathed, and treated horribly, since he was a child?
What if he’s being extended grace
Because he’s never learned
Respect is best when freely shown;
Not a given, but earned?
What if he’s being gifted ample time to repent?
To see the error of his ways
What loss will be the hint?
What will be the final straw
That removes Mercy’s hand?
What tragedy will teach a lesson
He will understand?
Moreover, what will be the fate of those
Who should know, well
How aiding and enabling him
Is a tough thing to sell
To those whose eyes are opening
To the mistake they made
Who now regret their selfishness
And in confusion, wade?
What will be the penalty
To those who wrote the plan
And knew he’d be the perfect stooge
While they all hide their hands?
What if God is helping him?
One thing he’s surely done
Is draw out every liar, cheat, and thief under the Sun
Is that his task, if I dare ask
God of His strategy?
Is this His fight, not mine
And why sleep comes so easily?
Is this why I can look at him
And feel so sorry for
Someone who has most everything
Yet still craves so much more?
What if today is the day
His reign of chaos ends?
What if today marks mutiny
Of all his crooked friends?
What if God decides,
“Enough, I gave you every chance”
Who in the world will mourn and cry
Who in the world will dance?
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