Here’s today’s poem. It’s called:
How long, LORD, will the wicked?
Godless fools who live by hate, jubilant songs they sing
O, but their end, He'll surely send
Sheol is the burden they bring
Upon this earth there's joy and mirth
The Godless are dying
Wicked folks bear heavy yokes
Flailing, not flying
Jesus says, "Come to Me all you who are weary"
Take His yoke, your soul awoke
Real rest, your choice is cheery.
Psalms 94:3
How long, LORD, will the wicked,
how long will the wicked be jubilant?
Matthew 11:28-29
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
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