You let the wicked triumph.
how can that be fair?
They boast about how great they are
and they don't care.
They are fools - but yet they prosper.
forgive me Lord, for what I said - for all things end by You.
I am sorry Lord, none of that is my concern.
that's not what I should do.
Lord, You are completely aware of what's going on
as this world rotates in space.
O great God, thank You for salvation and rebirth
by Your loving grace.
Written by George Edward Noe
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