God sees the wicked up to there tricks

A Rhyming Poem inspired by King Davids Prayer

O Lord, why do You seem so far,
When pain runs deep and wounds still scar?
The wicked rise with proud display,
And push the poor out of their way.

They boast of all their hearts desire,
Lifted high in selfish fire,
They speak as though they rule the day,
And say, “God will not look this way.”

They lie in wait, they trap the weak,
Their words are smooth, yet harm they seek,
The helpless fall into their hand,
Oppressed across the weary land.

They whisper low, “We will not fall,
No judgment comes, no God at all,”
They think the heavens do not see,
Nor care for such as you and me.

But Lord, arise! Lift up Your hand,
Let justice flow across the land,
Forget not those who cry in pain,
Nor let their suffering be in vain.

For You have seen each hidden tear,
Each silent cry, each trembling fear,
The broken heart, the crushed, the small—
You have been watching through it all.

You are the King forevermore,
The weak find strength, the poor restore,
The proud will fade, their power undone,
For justice comes from God alone.

So though it seems You stand afar,
You know exactly where we are,
And in the end, your truth will prove—
You see, You care, and You will move.

GOD IS A GOOD GOD 

GOD KNOWS GOD LOVES AND GOD CARES 

WRITTEN FOR GEORGES WEB MINISTRIES

6th April 2026