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Comfort His people, Sheltered in temple; Prepare for the move, That God will approve. Speak gently to them, And do not condemn; That the time is near, For Christ to come here. Hard labor is done, When you see the Son; Your wrongs have been paid, No more be afraid. Pardon for your sin, Sin you discipline; Both your mind and heart, Having a fresh start. For a voice cries out, No longer a doubt; And never ignored, A path for the Lord. A road to the gate, To be nice and straight; Ready for the day, No more shades of gray. And the grass dries up, Sin drinks poisoned cup; As flowers wither, Burning forever. Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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