Psalm 2

Wherefore would nations burns with hate
And scheme to not prevail?
See how the kings would congregate
Their armies to assail
Our God – the One who can’t be slain –
And Chosen of the Lord.
They squeal, “Unlock their heavy chains
And break away their cords.”

But He in heaven softly laughs,
Perchance He rolls his eyes
And frowns He must on prideful gaffes
And brings His judgment nigh.
“My Chosen King will come with might,”
He says that makes them pale.
“And rule on Zion’s holy heights.
My Chosen shall prevail!”

Attend and hear God’s great decree:
He says, “You are my son.
Today, Your Abba I will be.
Ask me, My Chosen One
To give the nations, yes the Earth
To You as Your reward.
With iron, strike them upon their berths
And shatter into shards.”

Therefore, be wise you prideful kings,
Be warned, you heads of state.
Submit to God although it stings
And your heart palpitates.
Beware His wrath and give a kiss
And do not dare rebel.
His anger is a flare and hiss,
But blessed are those with Him who dwell!