The Writing Is On The Wall

This poem is about reaping what we have sown.

You have devised a shameful thing for your house
By cutting off many peoples;
So you are sinning against yourself.
Surely the stone will cry out from the wall,
And the rafter will answer it from the framework.
Woe to him who builds a city with bloodshed
And founds a town with violence!
(Habakkuk 2:10-12 NASB)

Sinners in Zion are terrified;
Trembling has seized the godless.
“Who among us can live with the consuming fire?
Who among us can live with continual burning?”
(Isaiah 33:14 NASB)

God has sent his word throughout the land
And his word is not hard to understand
God is a God of love and oneness
He wants to free us from pain and illness
But there are some who have not gotten
The meaning of love, or have forgotten
To love means to see that every part
Of the whole world is within one heart
Although we are almost blind in spirit
Those who know God’s word still can hear it
For those who listen with faith’s inner ears
Can hear the song that dispels their fears
This song is faint, but it is still heard
By those who desire to know the word
But those who follow the world’s wrong ways
Think that they will prolong their days
By taking with greed whatever they find
And doing to others as they are inclined
For they see only limited supplies
And they grasp what is before their eyes
Because they have no faith in eternal life
Their fear of the body’s death causes much strife
They believe that their limited perceptions
Define what is real, despite their deceptions
Their life is marked by confused thinking
They are drunk, but not from drinking
They sent their fear throughout the land
And destroyed many, as they had planned
So what will happen to them when the light does shine?
Can they save themselves, or their lives realign?
All the evil that they did send out
Will return to them, without a doubt
For the seeds of destruction that they sowed
Will return to them and find their abode
And everything that they rejected
Will return and find them unprotected
For everything is a foe or a friend
And everyone will find out in the end
How many friends they really have sought
For a true friend can never be bought
But those who love all need never fear
For all of their friends are gathered near
But those who stir up hatred and conflict
Are always afraid and can never predict
When their hate will return and bite them back
For they are afraid their foes will attack
And when the light comes and all is revealed
The wounds of the healers will all be healed
But what the haters feared will cause them to fall
For the word of God will be written on each wall
And each window and door and ceiling and floor
Will cry out for justice as they underscore
That hate is a ghost that cannot survive
In a world that is fully real and alive
For there is no shadow that will be able to last
In the light that will purify all things at last