Perhaps so . . .
Stubborn, proud, idolatrous folks of all flavors may well have a vulcanizing rubber room in their future.
Let all of us who think we stand, take heed lest we fall.
Woe is me, a sinner, Oh, Lord . . . a man of unclean lips and hands—be thou my Salvation, my ROCK, my High Tower; my Strength, Forgiveness, Provision, Covering, Redeption . . . my all in all, Oh, Lord Jesus, THE ROCK, My God and my Salvation; my Soon coming King . . .
Amen.