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Secondhand Smoke
"Long has My grace been proffered
Long has intercession been offered
Short is My space for repentance
'On my terms!' frames their resistance
'Tis not I who needs to change
Defying My terms will estrange
Worship Me in spirit and truth
Stop treating My words as uncouth
My Vineyard I designed to produce
But not all of My grapes have juice
These are destined for destruction
They refuse to obey My instruction
Secondhand smoke provokes My eyes
Their sacrifices only antagonize
Their outcome has been decreed
Curses will pursue their seed
Their toxic smoke is spreading
The effects of it - upsetting
False gods mislead and blind
Fulfilling the devil's design
Blowing immoral smoke in My face
Masking deceit without disgrace
They have earned My displeasure
I'll punish them in full measure
But My good grapes will inherit
As joint-heirs, they'll share it
They truly love and obey Me
Becoming My priority
I'll restore the Universe for them
New Jerusalem from every kind of gem
Justice and righteousness prevail
Secondhand smoke is a devil's tale"
Copyright ©
Randy Johnson
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