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A Note from the Poet

Dear Believer,

When evil seems to flourish all around us—when the wicked rise like unchecked grass and the workers of iniquity appear unstoppable—take heart. The Lord sees it clearly and declares with divine finality: “Nope.” Their moment is brief, their root already severed beneath His sovereign hand.

This is the triumphant heart of Psalm 92: the temporary bloom of wickedness contrasted with the everlasting exaltation of our God. Read these lines when discouragement presses in. Speak them aloud. Let them remind you that justice is not delayed forever—evil will be cut down, scattered like chaff, and overthrown, while the Lord reigns on high, forevermore.

You are not alone in the fight. The same God who cuts down the proud upholds the righteous. Stand firm, believer—your King has already spoken.

With courage and hope,

The Poet

(A Classical Rhyme Poem – For Believers)

Psalm 92:5-9 (KJV)

O LORD, how great are thy works!and thy thoughts are very deep. A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this. When the wicked spring as the grass,and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever: But thou, LORD, art most high for evermore. For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish;all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.

O Lord, how great Thy works in glory blaze!

Thy thoughts profound outshine the sun’s own rays.

The brutish heart no sacred wonder knows,

Nor fool discerns where Thy deep wisdom flows.

When evil seems to flourish all around,

And wicked men spring forth as grass unbound,

When workers of iniquity take wing

In fleeting bloom and boast they cannot fall—

Take heart, believer! Hear the sovereign call:

God sees it all and thunders, “Nope!”—their root

Is cut beneath His hand, their doom assured.

But Thou, O Lord, art high forevermore,

Exalted far above all time’s short shore.

Lo, Thine enemies, O God, shall fall and fade;

Thine enemies shall perish, unarrayed.

All who work iniquity take flight,

Scattered like chaff before the whirlwind’s might.

Thy throne stands firm, Thy justice reigns alone—

While evil’s pride is swiftly overthrown.

Stand fast, believer: though the darkness swell,

The Lord has spoken—evil shall not prevail.