Wicked deeds may pay well today.
But, tomorrow will be a different day.
Treasures they've gathered
Soon will be scattered.
All across this beautiful world.
Wickedness and lies come unfurled.
Lift your voice and sing.
Glory to The King.
He brings the wicked to their knees.
He will heal the land and the seas.
Stars above marching in line.
For signs and times they shine.
His people He has sealed.
Time for truths to be revealed.
~ me in 2016