Mourning into Gladness
The Spirit of the everlasting Lord,
Whom I will not let be ignored;
Is with me now and will always,
As I go daily through this maze.
He anointed me with Good News,
And deliver it for to use;
By telling those humble and meek,
About the salvation they seek.
He has sent me to heal the heart,
Of those who have broken apart;
And the captives to be set free,
As well as the blind so they see.
The Lord has sent me to instill,
For announcing of His good will;
And the day of vengeance be soon,
When you see a bloody red moon.
And for those who truly believe,
I will comfort while they grieve;
Turning their mourning and sadness,
Into very joyful gladness.
He has sent me for to provide,
Among those who want to abide;
Feeling of a joyful relief,
Instead of having tears of grief.
I will clothe them in clothes of praise,
That they will wear all of their days;
Instead of spirit of weakness,
Which fills you up with the bleakness.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer
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