God’s finger wrote upon the wall
A statement true and sound –Da.5:5
Yet man; will point and bring to fall
Where guilt he thinks! is found
Yet oft no guilt is there to see
Though blood begins to spill
Though oft are left but man’s debris
Where tongues have sought to kill
We need to stop and think of this
Am I, the devil’s slave?
Would I deliver Judas kiss?
And dig my Saviour’s grave?
If someone else would evil speak
To slander you or I
Would not the judge’s face we seek?
To prove it all a lie
We just can’t talk, as one would choose
To point, and not repent
In Christ to live, yet false accuse
Believing God’s content!
Through accusations, sheep can stray
False charges lead to shame
If then obscurity calls one day
It’s we; who are to blame
Like Abel’s blood, to God they’ll cry
When false accused of sin
Eternity, will hear the sigh
Of how they died within
Oft through the tongue, some child lays dead
Where truth is left to grieve
The blood is on no other head
But he, who’s made him leave…
A statement true and sound –Da.5:5
Yet man; will point and bring to fall
Where guilt he thinks! is found
Yet oft no guilt is there to see
Though blood begins to spill
Though oft are left but man’s debris
Where tongues have sought to kill
We need to stop and think of this
Am I, the devil’s slave?
Would I deliver Judas kiss?
And dig my Saviour’s grave?
If someone else would evil speak
To slander you or I
Would not the judge’s face we seek?
To prove it all a lie
We just can’t talk, as one would choose
To point, and not repent
In Christ to live, yet false accuse
Believing God’s content!
Through accusations, sheep can stray
False charges lead to shame
If then obscurity calls one day
It’s we; who are to blame
Like Abel’s blood, to God they’ll cry
When false accused of sin
Eternity, will hear the sigh
Of how they died within
Oft through the tongue, some child lays dead
Where truth is left to grieve
The blood is on no other head
But he, who’s made him leave…
