In days when words twist like serpents in the dust,
They call the darkness light, the bitter sweet with trust.
What God named sin, they crown with virtue’s name,
And hell’s grim warning fades, a relic of old shame.

They mock the cross as hate, embrace the lie as love,
Redefine the chains as wings, the prison as above.
Evil dons the robe of justice, struts in prideful glee,
While good is branded cruel, intolerant, and free no more to be.

Yet Scripture thunders still through ages long and dire:
“Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil—fire!”
Isaiah’s cry resounds, unmuted, clear, and true,
In hearts that fear the Lord, His warnings pierce anew.

They scrub “sin” from the lips, lest conscience stir and wake,
Erase “hell” from the tongue, as if the soul’s no stake.
But Christ, the Word made flesh, spoke plain and unafraid—
Of fire unquenched, of worms that never fade.

He came not to condemn, but save the lost and blind,
To bear our every curse, the judgment we designed.
On Calvary’s tree He hung, where evil seemed to win,
Yet rose in victory, conquering death and sin.

So let the world rewrite, let language bend and break,
Our anchor holds in Christ, no lie can overtake.
He calls sin sin, and hell the end of those who flee,
Yet offers grace to all who turn and bow the knee.

Return, O wanderer, before the final night,
Confess the Savior’s name, step into saving light.
For in His truth alone the twisted tongue is healed,
And every knee shall bow where mercy is revealed.

In Jesus’ holy name, the Word that stands forever—
Good remains good, evil judged, and sin forgiven only
When the heart repents and truly believes in Him,
Turns from sin, trusts the cross—then pardon is given.