Lord, you laugh because you know that those who plot against
you will fall. Their grand aspirations to cast away all restraints set by you
will come to nothing. You laugh, Lord. You laugh, and when you speak to them,
your voice makes them shake in fear. You declare to those who plot against you
that your throne as already been established on earth and in heaven. Your son,
your heir, will rule the nations. He shall break them with a rod of iron and
dash them to pieces like pottery. In his hand, the nations have no power. Be
warned, nations: choose to serve the Lord. When you do, serve him with softness
of heart. Kiss the Son lest he be angry. His wrath is quickly kindled, but
those who take refuge in him will certainly find his forgiveness and mercy.
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