Judgment

Who said I was coming to help,

descending serene from parting clouds,

gathering your brokenness tenderly,

cradling such fragile hopes unbowed?

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Who whispered softly I'd be patient,

eyes forgiving, hands extending wide—

favoring second chances purchased,

overlooking endless pride?

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Did you imagine my mercy as weakness,

my silence as tolerance deep?

Did you read grace into my departure,

while injustice ruled your sleep?

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You build kingdoms in my absence,

idols of gold; flesh; fame;

self-blessed hatred fills my temples,

daring to cry out in my name.

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I speak of love, receiving judgment,

speak my peace, war’s in your reply.

My words twisted into weapons,

truth crucified in every lie.

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Did you think redemption an entitlement,

without question, without pause?

Did you really think I would yield,

when you’ve rejected all human laws?

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Now who cries mercy at my coming,

who dares plead ignorance this hour?

Who begs and pleads for help and life,

when you've abused my love; your power?

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Who said I was coming to help?

Silence settles, sharp and true.

Even now, I hear you trembling—

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the hour draws near—

redemption comes for you.