Concealed

People get upset when they’re caught in the mess they’ve made.
They tell a lie, try to hide, and think they’ll get away.
Didn’t the Word say, “There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed,
Or hidden that will be made known”?
They jump to hide all the things the light has shown.
And they still don’t see,
“His malice may be concealed by deception, but his wickedness will be exposed in the assembly.”
They stir up a cunning riot to differ what is true.
It’s simply something they always do.

It’s somewhat comedic how they walk about
Thinking that no one has seen their hideout
To the ignorance, a mist
To the arrogance which raises a fist
Their ways are counted and numbered
During the nights and days they’ve slumbered
It’s a sleeping soul as black as coal.

The sirens screamed in advance
But they chose to take a chance.
They’re fools disguised to be wise,
But now they’re confronted with their barriers of lies.
Their consequences were foretold,
But they seemingly chose to reach for every piece of gold.
They chose the back road
That horse they rode
And now they face the price.
They’ve finally rolled their last dice.

©2009 Jo Ann Cook