"In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? .... The Lord is in His holy temple, the Lord's throne is in heaven: His eyes behold, His eyelids try, the children of men... Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup" (Psalm 11:1,4,6).
How can you say to me, "Flee as a bird!"
As if God were not on His throne?
Our Lord is watching. Oh, haven't you heard?
He still can take care of His own.
Flee rather, my friend, from the flame yet in view,
For the souls that reject Jesus Christ.
Jesus is calling; there's still room for you
At the cross of the Lamb sacrificed.
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