Saturday, October 22, 2011

When Tyrants Die

From Blog11
The celebration's high
When wicked tyrants die,
And yet I do not gloat.

      Each tyrant is a soul
      That could have been made whole--
      Not just some dog or goat.

      I grieve the twisted mind,
      The cruel heart--dead, blind,
      Eternally now lost.

      I also grieve the men
      They executed when
      They were in charge--dread cost!

      Let others jubilate
      And dance at ev'ry gate
      And sing a vengeful note.

The celebration's high
When wicked tyrants die,
And yet I do not gloat.

When it goes well with the righteous, the city rejoices,
    and when the wicked perish there are shouts of gladness.

--Proverbs 11:10, ESV

4 comments:

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Amen, and gloat neither do I, but amen to this great, short poem testimony. I wrote something with the same sentiment, not a poem, when Islamobster Bin Laden was taken down.

Deep within everyone, no matter how bad, there is a soul, or at least the vestiges of one, what God created us to be, what He hopes will turn to Him and be saved, that up to the final moment could still be, if it wanted to, even with all its sins. Because it takes only that moment, however slim, for Jesus to cleanse us of every sin, if we only turn to Him and say, Lord, I believe in you, save me!

Myra said...

God wants everyone to be saved. I, too, and saddened by the choices of many and I wish that they could know of God and what He has done for them. Good poem.

dfish said...

Proverbs 24:17-18 warns,. "Rejoice not when thine enemy falleth, and let not thine heart be glad when he stumbleth: Lest the LORD see it, and it displease him, and he turn away his wrath from him."

Great Poem.

Jim Swindle said...

Romanós, Myra and dfish, thanks for your kind comments.