Election day comes and goes
A day of judgement
The air is filled with the gnashing of teeth
Angry voices flood the market square
Why do you rage, oh peoples?
Your wrath is fruitless and your trust misplaced
The Lord our God is enthroned in Heaven,
He is seated on Mt. Zion.
The house of government is but dust
The rulers of the earth are like clay
He shatters them like pottery.
Who is like our God?
Remember the Lord is God and do not fear
Cease your grumblings for He is above all things
Surely the Lord will not forsake us
For the Lord is faithful to His people
Thomas Hale is a sophomore concentrating in Computer Engineering.