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There will be no more gloom, For the land in distress; But the future bring boom, To all that do confess. Glory the future brings, To the road by the sea; As the joyous bell rings, Announcing delivery. To Galilee by the sea, Where the foreigners live; And the darkness walks free, With an evil motive. The people who do walk, Indeed see a bright light; Like daylight as they talk, Nearly blinding their sight. The light will shine on those, Who live in the land of; Where the shade of death goes, But blocks access to love. A child to be born, Will expand the nation; And as He will sojourn, Deliver salvation. A son will be given, To rule the whole kingdom; Prince of Peace from Heaven, Having godly wisdom. The throne of David rules, As our mighty God; Who will condemn the fools, That do not fete and laud. Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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