I've already run for dear life straight to the arms of God. So why would I run away now when you say,
the evil bows are bent, the wicked arrows Aimed to shoot under cover of darkness at every heart open to God.
The bottom's dropped out of the country; good people don't have a chance"?
But God hasn't moved to the mountains; his holy address hasn't changed. He's in charge, as always, his eyes taking everything in, his eyelids Unblinking, examining Adam's unruly brood inside and out, not missing a thing.
He tests the good and the bad alike; if anyone cheats, God's outraged.
Fail the test and you're out, out in a hail of firestones, Drinking from a canteen filled with hot desert wind.
God's business is putting things right; he loves getting the lines straight, Setting us straight. Once we're standing tall, we can look him straight in the eye.