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For to which angel did God say,
Being made as so much better;
As His begotten Son today,
And never to be a debtor.
So God will be as a Father,
And He is being as a Son;
Someone never as a loather,
For work of the Father be done.
And so when He brings the firstborn,
All the angels should worship Him;
While on the earth to sojourn,
With joy rather than feeling grim.
He makes angel spirits with wind,
Ministers to flame the fire;
Enabled to be disciplined,
Avoiding earthly desire.
The throne of God is forever,
And the scepter of uprightness;
As His reigning will not sever,
For His glory with such brightness.
You have loved through the righteousness,
God anointed you with oil;
For you have despised wickedness,
Which torments you with the toil.
Oil of gladness from above,
Are beyond all your companions;
His flow is pouring down His love,
Builds faith through having communions.
On earth God laid the foundation,
And Heaven is work of His hands;
He has given us salvation,
To anyone who understands.
He is sitting on the right side,
Till His foes become His footstool;
Salvation to those who abide,
Condemnation to any fool.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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