A David Psalm 53 1Bilious and bloated, they gas, “God is gone.” It’s poison gas— they foul themselves, they poison Rivers and skies; thistles are their cash crop. 2God sticks his head out of heaven. He looks around. He’s looking for someone not stupid— one man, even, God–expectant, just one God–ready woman. 3He comes up empty. A string of zeros. Useless, unshepherded Sheep, taking turns pretending to be Shepherd. The ninety and nine follow the one. 4Don’t they know anything, all these impostors? Don’t they know they can’t get away with this, Treating people like a fast–food meal over which they’re too busy to pray? 5Night is coming for them, and nightmare— a nightmare they’ll never wake up from. God will make hash of these squatters, send them packing for good. 6Is there anyone around to save Israel? God turns life around. Turned–around Jacob skips rope, turned–around Israel sings laughter.
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