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.


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