How miserable I am
I feel like a fruitpicker who arrived here
after the harvest
There's nothing here at all
There's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger
The godly people are all gone
There's not one honest soul left alive here on this planet
We're all murders and theives
Setting traps here for even our brothers
And both of our hands
Are equally skilled
At doing evil
Equally skilled
At bribing the judges
Equally skilled
At perverting justice
Both of our hands
Both of our hands
The day of justice comes
And is even now swiftly arriving
Don't trust anyone at all
Not your best friend or even your wife
For the son hates the father
The daughter despises even the mother
Look! Your enemies are right
Right in the room of your very household
And both of their hands are equally skilled
Equally skilled
No, don't gloat over me
For though I fall, though I fall
I will rise again
Though I sit here in darkness
The Lord, the Lord alone
He will be my light
I will be patient as the Lord
Punishes me for the wrongs
I've done against him
After that He'll take my case
Bringing me to light and to justice
For all I have suffered
And both of His hands are equally skilled
At ruining evil
Equally skilled
At judging the judges
Equally skilled
Administering justice
Both of His hands
Both of His hands are equally skilled
At showing them mercy
Equally skilled
At loving the loveless
Equally skilled
Administering justice
Both of His hands
Both of His hands
-"Equally Skilled" by Jon Foreman.
I really like these words. They are a good reminder for me. They remind me that
01. I live in a world that is full of people who do wrong.
02. I am one of those people.
03. There is hope.
04. God is capable of forgiving and giving mercy, justice, and love.
05. God's hands are just as open to me as they are to the rest of the world.
06. I don't deserve those open hands.
