Though chaos reigns, or so it seems,
A deeper power guides the streams.
Behind the scenes, with steady hand,
A sovereign God sustains the land.
The schemes of men, so bold and proud,
Rise up like thunder, fierce and loud,
Yet every plot, though finely spun,
Is unraveled by the Holy One.
For God, who watches from on high,
Frustrates their plans beneath the sky.
Their hands, though crafty, find no hold—
Their works dissolve, their schemes grow cold.
They strive for power, wealth, and fame,
But none can last, nor bear a name,
For in the end, the truth will rise—
God reigns supreme, none can disguise.
No force can strip His throne away,
His might endures through night and day.
And while it seems the world’s askew,
His purpose shines, forever true.
So fear not when the storm draws near,
When wicked hands bring doubt and fear,
For God above still holds control—
No scheme can shake His sovereign soul.
WoPoLi 
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