Judgment’s Mercy

The arrows of your judgment reach their goal
In hearts of those entrapped in Devil’s snare
By choice they’ve made to sin and lose their souls
To him who lures them to his darkened lair.
Like vultures, Satan’s angels circle round
In gathering clouds of darkness rise from hell,
Yet in the gathering storm Christ’s grace abounds,
For judgment comes with truth He means to tell.
Amid the hailstones of this rising storm
We glimpse horizon blue with clearing skies,
And soon a rainbow all the earth adorns
With judgment’s mercy for which we have cried.
Those arrows shot were tipped with healing balm
That cleanses us, and all our fears are calmed.