A Psalm by the Watchman
Dana G Smith
The string of deceit is a strong cord,
once tied, it is hard to become undone!
The courst of the wicked-expand.
The nations of men plot evil.
Where shall the righteous stand?
Behold, they have no place!
The fool is become wise.
The Perversion is not seen,
and righteousness is undone.
The streams of the wicked course.
The day of darkness refuses light.
Where shall we go?
Can you find a place?
For the earth is turned upside,
Its axis is gone astray,
For dark be the days
And deceit is the covering of sin.
There is no truth, it is gone!







