Wings of Justice

The rubble of a fallen world crashed around me, crushing my heart. My lungs feel strangled at each weary breath as I cling to the faint hope that the wings of justice will still prevail. 

The tyranny rages about me in its familiar way, destroying truth, gnashing at those who are innocent and tearing apart anything that was once sacred. The stench of death keep wafting eerily past my nose but is washed away by the endless flow of tears that burn down my face. 

I cry out to God in utter brokenness, pleading that those who follow orders of the enemy and oppress the righteous will have their eyes opened. I pray they will realize the cost of their oppression. I pray that they will repent and turn their malicious glare away. 

In my heart, I know that with every breath I must forgive so that I do not become the bitterness that has enveloped my enemies. I silently plead for God to give me the strength to forgive, yet in my heart of hearts I also cry out for justice.  

Proverbs 21:15. When justice is done, it is a joy to the righteous but terror to evildoers. 

King David prayed this, " Do not let those gloat over me who are my enemies without cause; do not let those who hate me without reason maliciously wink the eye. They do not speak peaceably but devise false accusations against those who live quietly in the land. They sneer at me and say, “Aha! Aha! With our own eyes, we have seen it.” Lord, you have seen this; do not be silent.      Do not be far from me, Lord. Awake, and rise to my defense!  Contend for me, my God and Lord.  Vindicate me in your righteousness, Lord my God;  o not let them gloat over me.  Do not let them think, “Aha, just what we wanted!” or say, “We have swallowed him up.”  May all who gloat over my distress be put to shame and confusion; may all who exalt themselves over me be clothed with shame and disgrace. May those who delight in my vindication shout for joy and gladness; may they always say, “The Lord be exalted, who delights in the well-being of his servant.”

Even as my heart labors to beat, for all the pain that weighs down on it, I declare that my God is greater than all the forces of the enemy. I will praise him until the last breath leaves my broken body.  And even then I will praise him more. I know that the day of Justice nears for all. I may not see justice take place while I live and breathe on earth but I know that every evil will be brought to light. When I stand there amongst those who persecute me then I pray that I will have also forgiven, despite my desire for justice so that I can also be forgiven for all I have done in this life. 

In the meantime, I pray that the crushing weight of debris around me is lifted off my chest so that I can breathe again. I pray that my silent cries are heard and that I will see peace once more.