"Vengeance is mine; I will repay,
says the Lord." – Romans 12:1
O Lord of heaven, hear our cry,
For innocent blood was made to die.
The one who struck with heart of stone,
You see his deeds, tho yet unknown.
The wicked boast, their steps are vain,
They sow deceit, they reap but pain.
Their snares return upon their head,
Their path is marked by guilt and dread.
Let judgment rise as rivers flow,
Let every hidden secret show.
Expose the hand, unmask the lie,
Bring truth to light, O God Most High.
May restless nights consume his sleep,
The weight of sin be buried deep.
No refuge found, no place of cheer,
Until repentance draws him near.
For You are just, Your throne is sure,
You guard the righteous, strong & pure
The name of Charlie shall not fall,
But live in honor, known to all.
So let the wicked waste away,
Their schemes undone, their plots decay.
As chaff before the storm they flee,
For none withstand Your majesty.
Yet keep Your flock in mercy's care,
Restore the broken through Your prayer.
In You we hope, in You we trust,
Judge every heart with verdict just.
And when the final trumpet sounds,
When justice reigns on all the grounds,
Your saints will shine,Your truth will stand,
The wicked fall by Your own hand
Amen.
