When trouble comes upon our kin,
Don’t laugh or boast about their sin.
Obadiah warned us true—
Your brother’s pain is not your cue.
For we are children, one and same,
All from Adam, no one's to blame.
Even if they’ve hurt us deep,
Still their sorrow we must keep.
If we don’t cheer when they fall down,
Our hearts stay soft, we earn a crown.
It helps us love when hate draws near,
And drive out evil, not with fear—
But mercy, truth, and steady grace,
To heal the hurt, the broken place.
So when your enemy is low,
Don’t feel delight, just let love grow.
Whether they hurt you or they cry,
Be sad for both and ask God why.
For if you choose to mourn not gloat,
You let God’s goodness keep you afloat.
And righteousness will start to rise,
With mercy shining in your eyes.