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Give thanks to the Lord,
Because He is good;
Beloved and adored,
As you know you should.
His mercy and grace,
Endures forever;
Comforting embrace,
That will not sever.
So let the people,
All that they have heard;
Read in the Gospel,
And defend the Word.
Armies with power,
From the north and west;
Not sure the hour,
But will fight their best.
From the south and east,
Crossing desert sand;
Men riding a beast,
They could barely stand.
Starvation and thirst,
They were losing hope;
Distress had come first,
No longer could cope.
Think of Him who died,
Sees you with favor;
The one crucified,
Who is your Savior.
No time to be sad,
They are to rescue;
So rather be glad,
Salvation for you.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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