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But God isn't losing any sleep; to him they're a joke with no punch line.
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Bullies brandish their swords, pull back on their bows with a flourish. They're out to beat up on the harmless, or mug that nice man out walking his dog.
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A banana peel lands them flat on their faces - slapstick figures in a moral circus.
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Less is more and more is less. One righteous will outclass fifty wicked,
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For the wicked are moral weaklings but the righteous are God-strong.
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God keeps track of the decent folk; what they do won't soon be forgotten.
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In hard times, they'll hold their heads high; when the shelves are bare, they'll be full.
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God-despisers have had it; God's enemies are finished - Stripped bare like vineyards at harvest time, vanished like smoke in thin air.
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Wicked borrows and never returns; Righteous gives and gives.
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Generous gets it all in the end; Stingy is cut off at the pass.
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Stalwart walks in step with God; his path blazed by God, he's happy.