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Bethlehem is too small, Counting as a city; But did receive the call, From God to take pity. But the future ruler, Back from the distant past; When time seems much crueler, That just flew by so fast. From the days long ago, Its origins go back; A promise that we know, Inclusion that we lack. God seemed to abandon, Till time brought a child; Virgin birth of a Son, Pure and not defiled. The people will return, To the land God promised; When each one does learn, As the scriptures professed. The shepherd of His flock, With the strength of the Lord; Leading them as they walk, Being in one accord. For His flock will proclaim, In safety they will live; With the majestic name, Peace and comfort to give. As His greatness will reach, To the ends of the earth; Professing as to preach, Of the Messiah birth. This man will be their peace, As Hezbollah invades; But we shall see war cease, After many decades. They will be like the beast, Lying down with the sheep; Together they will feast, Together they will sleep. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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