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God looked down from His holy place,
High up above to shed His grace;
From Heaven He looked at the earth,
Cherishing for all of its worth.
But He heard the groans of the poor,
Condemned to death behind a door;
And set free those condemned to death,
Breathing new life in with His breath.
The name of the Lord was announced,
As praises in Zion pronounced;
The call to worship has occurred,
To sing praises and hear His Word.
When nations and kingdoms gather,
To worship the Lord together;
It strengthens faith along the way,
Keeping someone going astray.
He weakened my strength many ways,
And cut the number of my days;
I am so weak it is hard to stand,
Feeling like I am on quick sand.
Please God, do not take my life now,
Being in my prime, please allow;
Me to continue this life through,
So I can be honoring you.
Years move on through generation,
The passing of each tradition;
Days of the weeks continue on,
But each new day starts a new dawn.
Back when God laid the foundation,
On the earth for His creation;
Even Heaven is from His hands,
And as spoken through His commands.
Many things will come to an end,
But the living God will extend;
His children will go on living,
And God continues forgiving.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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