Why are you so far away, Yahweh?
Why this disappearing act?
Smug and satisfied sinners
Plow down the poor.
Let their schemes backfire,
Mangled by their own mischief.
Their gluttonous hearts have endless appetites,
Greedy for gain,
Living as if Yahweh doesn’t exist.
They hear of God and smirk.
Their thoughts are so full of themselves,
There’s no room for God.
But it doesn’t seem to affect their always-full bank accounts.
God’s laws are gibberish to them.
They yawn at their competitors.
“I’m unshakable,” they say.
“Absolutely invincible.”
Lies and threats
Are their native language.
Mischief and mayhem
Are their favorite topics of conversation.
They’re sneaky,
Ambushing and killing the innocent.
They’re always looking for the next victim,
Like a cat at a bird feeder.
The poor don’t have a chance
Against such plotters.
They sit on the vulnerable,
Pinning them to the floor,
Crushing them under their weight.
“God is a blind old fool,” they say,
“Worse than useless,
He’s an empty hope.”
Get busy, Yahweh!
Get ready to fight!
Keep the victims
In the front of your mind.
Why should the wicked
Roll their eyes at you?
Why should they say,
“We can ignore that do-nothing God”?
I know you’re paying attention
And taking notes.
I know you’re making plans.
The beaten-up are counting on you.
You’re there for kids
Who have no dads to lean on.
Break the arms of bullies and abusers,
Ending their secret abuse.
Yahweh will never stop being king,
While people come and go before him.
You, Yahweh, hear the heart-cry of every victim.
You listen to them,
Encourage them.
You side with the kids raised without dads.
You ensure justice for the bullied.
You make sure they never have to be afraid
Again.