The Only Just One

Who can know what justice is

Except for the only Just One

Who can separate the chaff from the wheat

Except for the Wind of God

Who can pull from the mind all the weeds

Except for the Master Gardener

Who can reshape granite hearts into trees

But the truthful hands of our Loving Father

I’ve mauled through my thoughts

Of what I would do

If justice were up to me

It all starts off well

But then halts to a chill

And I can only fall on my knees

and repeat:

Who can know what true justice is

Except for the Righteous King