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Sit in the highest position, That the Father ever given; An exquisite acquisition, That is located in Heaven. Till He makes His foes a footstool, After they have been defeated; For each of them has been a fool, Not letting it be repeated. The Lord will extend your power, As He is giving you His rod; Since we do not know of the hour, We keep hoping to our God. Rule enemies that surround you, Never letting them box you in; As they convince you to construe, Corruption in committing sin. Your people have to volunteer, When you have called up your army; With a commander that will steer, Through the troops of the enemy. Your young people in such splendor, Pure like the dew in the morning; Asking on the Lord to render, The grace of a new day forming. For the Lord has taken an oath, Knowing He will not change His mind; Committing a spiritual growth, As you remain humble and kind. You will be a priest forever, In a way to be a great priest; An anointing not to sever, To be honored at the grand feast. The Lord will be at your right side, He will crush kings using His wrath; Passing judgment who not abide, Where the dead lay on the path. He will drink water from the brook, While holding His head up high; Erase the evil from His book, That had been crushed right where they lie. Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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