Snippet
All things truly wicked start from innocence.”
― Ernest Hemingway
Scripture
For the wicked boasts of his heart’s desire;
He blesses the greedy and renounces the Lord.
The wicked in his
proud countenance does not seek God;
God is in none of his thoughts.
His ways are always
prospering;
Your judgments are far above, out of his sight;
As for all his enemies, he sneers at them.
He has said in his
heart, “I shall not be moved;
I shall never be in adversity.”
His mouth is full of
cursing and deceit and oppression;
Under his tongue is trouble and iniquity.
He sits in the lurking places of the villages;
In the secret places he murders the innocent;
His eyes are secretly fixed on the helpless.
He lies in wait
secretly, as a lion in his den;
He lies in wait to catch the poor;
He catches the poor when he draws him into his net.
So he crouches, he
lies low,
That the helpless may fall by his strength.
He has said in his heart,
“God has forgotten;
He hides His face;
He will never see.”
Psalms 10:7-10 NKJV
Song Tom Dooley by Kingston Trio
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle
This next one Throughout history
tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman
And a condemned man named Tom Dooley...
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang...
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die...
Sentence Prayer
Almighty God;
Rise up and flog the wicked
Innocent blood cries from the ground
You surely see the evil and cruel things
Man does to men and your creation
Destroy evils’ dominion
Truly: you are King of Kings
Forever, start your reign in my heart
May your kingdom be the place where the
Hearts desires of the poor are granted
And the defenseless are protected. Amen
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