The "beat" twangs and strikes a painful chord. The music isn't lively, pretty, sultry, rockin', or solemnly beautiful. It's off key. Sounds wretched.
The sun shines, the rain falls, whispers of snowfall dot landscapes, and wind blusters here and there. Routine follows people, silence tracks many.
Troubling times lurk, get ignored, glossed over, disregarded. Celebrated cheering accompanies vain attempts at resurrecting something from nothing.
Evil sits quiet in the shadows, howling laughter unheard by the masses. Triumph! it gloats.
Holiness lies pushed to the ground, spit upon, kicked and trampled.
But high above, the watchfulness monitors the wickedness, waits for eyes to search for truth and freedom but finds souls relishing their successful immersion into the vile vomit of the death of virtue.
One day the beat will go on again. Perfectly. In tune. Lovely in melody, powerful in chords of joy. One day there will be songs of life.
God, you reign. Over all. Overall. You reign. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.



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