In the cloak of night My angels came down
To Sodom’s gates where darkness had grown
The cries of the city rose up to My throne
Evil so thick, no light could be shown
Lot, kin to Abraham, chose to remain
Not pure as his uncle, yet not wholly stained
I gazed on him softly with pity and grace
Though he lingered still in that fallen place
Oh Lot, My child, rise up and flee
Lest you be destroyed in the sin of the city
I judge the cruel, but spare those who sway
The righteous must leave—or share their decay
You dawdle and pause at the edge of the flame
Yet I draw you close in mercy’s name
A spark of Lot burns in every heart’s core
Look not behind—or turn to salt evermore
They came as dusk fell, when shadows grow long
Daylight brings scorn where strangers don’t belong
They spoke of the street as their bed for the night
But Lot welcomed them in, offered shelter and light
The mob surged to the door, wild and unclean
Demanding the guests in their lustful scene
My angels reached out, struck blindness so deep
They stumbled and froze, no strength left to creep
Oh Lot, My child, rise up and flee
Lest you be destroyed in the sin of the city
I judge the cruel, but spare those who sway
The righteous must leave—or share their decay
You dawdle and pause at the edge of the flame
Yet I draw you close in mercy’s name
A spark of Lot burns in every heart’s core
Look not behind—or turn to salt evermore
“Who will you save?” the question rang clear
Though I knew his household, I wanted to hear
His sons-in-law scoffed, dismissed every word
Lot’s faith flickered low, his warning unheard
He lingered at dawn, feet heavy with doubt
Till angels grasped hands and hurried him out
Zoar I granted when he asked for a sign
But his wife chose to look back—and became a sign
Oh Lot, My child, rise up and flee
Lest you be destroyed in the sin of the city…
Your road is your own, the ruin self-chosen
Yet grace still pursues where mercy’s been spoken
From heaven I watch as hearts drift and roam
I open the way before judgment comes home
Sodom lies silent, a lesson severe
But even the Lots find My mercy near