There is no peace, saith the LORD, unto the wicked.
Isaiah 48:22 KJV
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Today the wicked roam the earth with glee
Without a sense of consequence or care.
They take what isn’t theirs and say it’s free;
Depravity and death stink up the air.
Don’t think that they are getting by with this,
Although it seems that now it is the case.
A reckoning will come that they can’t miss;
The wicked won’t have peace – no, not a trace.
The evil that men do will haunt their souls
If they don’t turn to Jesus and confess.
When death arrives they’ll see then He controls
And it will be too late: there’s no redress.
Eternity’s forever without peace.
Serenity in Christ will never cease.
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sonnet #381
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