Coming Home to Roost

The grown offspring of evil sown

Behind locked door, in the unknown

Are coming home to roost today

They're coming home to roost, I say

And they'll not knock when they come home

From on the streets from which they've roamed

This many consequence doth come

With little and with much for some

With full packed bags they'll walk right in

Unloading their great wealth of sin

Then, at your table they will dine

Consuming lobster, beef, and wine

Until they'll not fit out your door

And crying, "Please! We want some more!"

There's but one way to un-roost them

Humble thyself, repent, seek Him.