I’m not one for revenge 

It’s something the Bible warns against 

I imagine it’s like a poison worse than bitterness 

History’s shown what happens – when people try to get even 

Making lists and shaking fists only leads to a hellish existence 

But I’ve got to admit I think like the Psalmist

I’m just being honest 

I say, “Get ‘em, God, get ‘em!!”

About the wicked 

The most vile are scammers, cyber-criminals 

Sometimes I wish I could meet them so it could get physical

Oh, to have my hand at a date on the mats 

I’d love to pull them from their dugeony thrones, their comfy computer chairs

And shake them, tackle them, choke them bare 

I shouldn’t be disclosing this

Lord knows I’m amiss

I’m supposed to trust in Him 

But what about when they take little old ladies’ money?

And when they instill terror in the innocent?

In error their lives are spent 

I trust that the Lord sees

That the wicked will be swept away in a breeze 

Though they are now like lush summer plants 

In the end, they don’t stand a chance 

Their time is running out 

Like someone else’s life savings, someone’s trust 

The vile will fall into the pit they’ve dug 

The Lord holds the righteous like a safety net 

He surrounds them like a bulletproof vest

Don’t fear because of liars and thieves 

Trust that God sees 

Evildoers are ubiquitous 

God is omnipotent 

Right now it might not make sense

Trust 

The wicked will soon wither 

You’ll see it – while you sit on your porch and eat dinner 

Surrounded by your inheritance