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In order to make it known,
Of all of His mighty deeds;
For honor upon His throne,
We must be spreading the seeds.
His kingdom everlasting,
For His empire endures;
Through generations casting,
Of the ailments that it cures.
The Lord is giving support,
To everyone that falls;
Since He will never abort,
In prayer when anyone calls.
The eyes of all look to Him,
All creatures as great or small;
Not wanting them to feel grim,
Whenever that they may call.
The Lord has an open hand,
Reaching out to be your friend;
But do as He does command,
For His love will never end.
He satisfies desire,
Of every living thing;
But remember to admire,
All the love that He will bring.
The Lord is fair in all ways,
Faithful in all things He makes;
Rewards each one who obeys,
Assured He never forsakes.
To anyone God is near,
Who will just pray unto Him;
As long as you do revere,
He will give vigor and vim.
He fills the needs those who fear,
And always willing to save;
For the cries that He does hear,
Will be rescued from the grave.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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