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In the judgment’s hall, where truth unfolds,

The wicked tremble, their stories told.

No standing firm, no sanctuary found,

As justice reigns and echoes resound.

 

Sinners gather in the assembly’s light,

Confronted by righteousness, pure and bright.

No place to hide, no shadows to keep,

In the company of the righteous, they reap.

 

The LORD, omniscient, knows each righteous way,

Guiding their steps, through night and day.

A divine connection, an unwavering bond,

In His presence, the righteous respond.

 

Yet, the wicked’s path, a fleeting mirage,

Perishing in the shadows of their own sabotage.

Their deeds unravel, like a fraying thread,

In the face of truth, where light is spread.

 

The assembly of the righteous, a sacred space,

Grace and mercy, woven into every trace.

United in purpose, in faith, and in love,

Anointed by the Spirit, descending like a dove.

 

Let this judgment’s tale, a lesson unfold,

Of choices made, of stories untold.

For in the end, before the Creator’s eyes,

The wicked perish, and the righteous rise.

 

May the words echo, like a timeless hymn,

Of the judgment’s call, where souls swim.

In the assembly, where the righteous stand,

Guided by the LORD, hand in hand.

I wrote this poem inspired by Psalm 1:4-5 “Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, Nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.  For the Lord [e]knows the way of the righteous, But the way of the wicked will perish.”