A poem inspired by Psalm 10 in light of the assassination of Charlie Kirk.
Written: September 11th, Thursday, 2025
Song: Psalm 10 by Poor Bishop Hooper (used with permission)

Why stand, O Lord, afar off?
Troubles rise and help is hidden.
Scheming, they laugh and scoff,
in arrogance the poor are stricken.

Boasting in their hearts desire,
for gain they wallow in greed.
Snare them by what they conspire,
for cursing and hate is all they breed.

Daring in their sinful courses,
renouncing Your name in pride.
Deceit and abuse unite forces,
Your decree gone from their eyes.

Lurking, their eyes set to pounce,
in hiding they murder the pure.
'There is no God,' they announce,
thus, the dark oppressions endure.

Hiding deep in shadowed ways,
mocking the cries of the weak.
No secret stays beyond His gaze,
the Lord observes all they seek.

Arise, O Lord; lift up Your arm,
for they say You do not see.
Praising over death and harm,
hear the afflicted's plea.

O God our refuge, send forth care,
we long for justice to soon release.
Strengthen hearts in deep despair,
by Your cross, bring the vile to peace.