Treasure Island

Cynthia BuhainBaello

(November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

The Lord's Property


Beware you schemers and men of folly
When with vile intent you do injury
To this child of God, for I'm His property-
And He deals with anyone who treats me unjustly!

I declare God my Refuge, my Avenger!
He knows and He sees your soul and your heart-
And to the Guilty He brings Judgment there
No escape from the Almighty, so from evil- depart!

I have seen how His Power has held me through the years
How my enemies went down and were dealt with heavily,
'I will curse those who curse you, ' His Word is so clear
And I've always seen them true quite fearfully!

Submitted: Thursday, March 06, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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