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Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel, throw out the false charges against me. I'm ready, confident in your verdict: "Innocent."
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Close the book on Evil, God, but publish your mandate for us. You get us ready for life: you probe for our soft spots, you knock off our rough edges.
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And I'm feeling so fit, so safe: made right, kept right.
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God in solemn honor does things right, but his nerves are sandpapered raw. Nobody gets by with anything.
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God is already in action - Sword honed on his whetstone, bow strung, arrow on the string,
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Lethal weapons in hand, each arrow a flaming missile.
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Look at that guy! He had sex with sin, he's pregnant with evil. Oh, look! He's having the baby - a Lie-Baby!
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See that man shoveling day after day, digging, then concealing, his man-trap down that lonely stretch of road? Go back and look again - you'll see him in it headfirst, legs waving in the breeze.
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That's what happens: mischief backfires; violence boomerangs.
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I'm thanking God, who makes things right. I'm singing the fame of heaven-high God.