When Nations Sin Poem by Day Williams

When Nations Sin

When nations sin,
They rot within,
They scorn God's call,
They wither and fall

When nations sin,
The devil grins,
Molesters shout
False idols sprout

When nations sin
The outs are in
The ups are downs
The wise are clowns

When nations sin
The statutes spin
While judges growl
And rulers howl

When nations sin
Amid the din
The prophets cry
The righteous hide

When nations sin
They cut their skin
The blood they spill
Runs down the hills

When nations sin
The next of kin
Is notified
That goodness died

When nations sin
When nations sin
When nations sin