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.