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Father, the hour has arrived, Time to glorify Your Son; Let Your chosen to be revived, Because the job is nearly done. Since You gave the authority, Over all flesh eternal life; For all those with sincerity, Rid their trouble that causes strife. For they know You are the true God, And Jesus Christ whom You have sent; Send Your Spirit to cleanse where flawed, Who trust and are obedient. I glorified You here on earth, Accomplished what had to be done; We are prepared for the new birth, In bringing us Jesus Your Son. Glorify me in Your presence, Long before the world existed; As You have given confidence, To resist what has persisted. Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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