1. The fool spits out his favorite creed: "There is no God—just dust and need." He chews his cud of hollow lies While heaven watches through the skies. 2. The Lord looks down—what does He see? A race of rebels, blind and greedy, Not one who seeks, not one who knows, All chasing shadows, striking poses. 3. They eat my people like fresh bread, Crunch their bones, lick the plate clean. "Where is your God?" they smirk and sneer— But judgment's millstone grinds unseen. 4. Oh that from Zion help would rise! When God restores His captive prize, Then Jacob's sons will shout, will sing— And fools will face their missing King.
