Oh the Wicked Hate the Truth

Oh the wicked hate the Truth And ’tis their nature to suppress it Wandering as they do from to to fro They throw their lives right out the door Always looking and asking for more. But what they find in life as they grind Is darkness, the end of a fallen mind. Searching? No just pleasure lurching, Looking for tingles and jingles, All mounting to nothing but waste, The reward for them who had no taste For the Truth and the Savior. They went on with bad behavior And the course was a drag As each got tired of his hag Failing to turn from the course Hell’s indefatigable force Callin’ on every bankrupt sinner To that table of the Devil for dinner. Oh come on out of the darkness! Find relief from misery and distress. Trust in the One who relieves Sinners fro death’s disease.

0821 on 26 May, 2021