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Flying eagles
from farther
than earth's
every corner,
Riding horses
more swift
than charging
leopard cats,
Gnashing teeth
more fierce
than hungry
evening wolves,
They make homes of houses
not
theirs.
They make captives of people
like sand.
They come to do violence.
They come to devour.
Bitter and hasty,
Terrible and dreadful,
They want us dead.
Lord, how long
shall we cry out?
Why are the wicked
allowed to torment?
When will their feet
lift off our necks?
Yea, yet the just
shall live by faith,
to you, oh God
we shall cling.
Habakkuk 1 and 2
Included in the Parade of
Prophets 9 collection. |
