Turning Swords into Plowshares
It shall come to pass,
In the latter days;
When seeing the mass,
In their mortal ways.
For at the end time,
On the highest peak;
The faithful will climb,
For the Lord to seek.
And many will go,
To the House of God;
In wanting to know;
Fix where they are flawed.
And it may just seem,
Throughout all the land;
As nations shall stream,
Far from sinking sand.
And as they do reach,
At the highest peak;
The Lord will then teach,
On judgment to speak.
They will see the light,
Shining from the Lord;
And make with their might,
Plowshares from each sword.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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