The Wicked thy Sword

 Psalm 17:13 "Arise, O Lord, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword."

Arise, O Lord, disappoint him,
Cast him down to hell,
Those who murder the fatherless,
Deliver to a burning cell,
Thy judgements, are righteous,
attentive to the meek,
They depart not from my mouth,
Thy wisdom do I seek,
To the unholy and sinful nation,
Thou sendest a distant land,
For the punishment of thy people,
Numerous as the sand,
Though that nation be wicked,
A Harlot, yes indeed,
Thou must surely come to know,
God useth the wicked for deed,
For he is in heaven and you on earth,
So listen to his Word,
Don't forget that he judgeth,
Using the wicked as his sword.