The Cry for Justice
When deeds so vile do stain the soul’s bright thread,
And darkness coils where mercy once held sway,
The heart, in anguish, lifts its voice to dread,
To call down wrath where evil dares to play.
Oh, righteous fire, from heavens high descend,
Let justice pierce the veil of wicked guile,
With thunder’s roar, let broken fates amend,
And purge the stain that festers rank and vile.
Yet in the storm, a whisper softly cries,
A trembling hope that grace might still abide,
For vengeance dwells where mortal judgment lies,
And peace alone can heal the soul inside.
So pray I thus, with fury and with care,
That truth prevail, and love outlast despair.

(Proverbs 17:15) Based on this precious verse!

He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condemneth the just, Even they both are an abomination to the Lord!

He crowns the vile with laurels falsely won,
And casts the just beneath a scornful heel,
An outrage born where truth is overrun,
Abhorrent both to God’s unyielding zeal.
The Lord abhors the tongue that twists the right,
Condemning saints while sinners lift their cheers,
For in His sight burns justice, pure and bright,
A flame to purge the falsehood of the years.
No shadow hides from Heaven’s piercing gaze,
No wicked plea can sway the holy rod,
The scales of grace shall right the crooked ways,
And vindicate the humble sons and daughters of God.
So let us stand, His righteousness to claim,
Lest we profane the glory of His name.