Who can comprehend the justice of God?
Mere flesh, finite, fallen?
No, not I.
I cannot fathom it.
For the justice of God is Holy.
Beyond this world.
Beyond our understanding.
Did He not say,
He longs to be gracious,
And waits on high to have compassion
For the Lord is a God of justice?
Justice for who? I sometimes ask.
How short humanity falls,
Demanding what we refuse to give.
Meting out judgment without fear of the Lord.
I do not understand the justice of God.
The pain and hurt of a broken world confuse me.
Though I confess, the lens of my humanity is limited.
Great Judge, when will Your justice be upheld?
You hear our cries from Your Holy Temple.
Our tears you hold in Your Hand.
O Lord, how I have cried.
Illumine my darkness!
Arise, O God of Compassion.
Do not forget the afflicted, the oppressed,
The widow and the orphan.
The broken and the bruised.
One thing is certain, my King.
You are righteous.
You see all. Nothing is hidden.
Everything is laid bare before you.
Alas, my soul looks up to hope.
For a second thing is certain.
One day, we all will know and face what we cannot own.
The Justice of God.