I feel so lucky

Sometimes I feel so lucky
My parents worked so hard
To make a good life for us
I hear tales of so many others
Who had such terrible lives
Unloved & unappreciated 
Treated like scum for no reason
Hated & abused: mistreated
Oh Lord there are so many
Who will cringe before you
When their sins are read out
They will finally get their just desserts
When You come again to take us home
Then those evil doers will cringe
They will wish those mountains
Had fallen upon their sorry hides
But by then it will be too late
By then they will have to suffer 
For those terrible crimes
Which will pale into insignificance
When you come again breathing fire!