Psalm 11
If the foundations be destroyed
What can the righteous do
For broad is the road that leads to hell
And the narrow road finds the few
And the enemy says to my soul
Fly like a bird in the night
For look, the wicked bend their bow
Now its time for you to take flight
But I shall stand upon the Lord
In Him I shall put my trust
For His eyes are on the sons of men
For all shall return to dust
Fire and brimestone and a burning wind
Shall be their portion, their lot
But the child of God shall stand that day
For by His blood they were bought
poem by Frank McEleny
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