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The Spirit of God is upon me,
To bring good news unto the poor;
Anointed my insight to see,
Guiding me to the open door.
He sent me to bind the heartbroken,
Proclaim liberty to captives;
For in His Word He has spoken,
From a confession He forgives.
I proclaim the year of the Lord,
Day of vengeance of our God;
Comforting those in one accord,
And willing to honor and laud.
He grants those who mourn in Zion,
To give headdress instead of ash;
No longer be an alien,
Nor with being treated like trash.
He will pour oil of gladness,
And give them a garment of praise;
No longer for mourning sadness,
A newness for living your days.
Not weak with fainted spirit,
Planting the oaks of righteousness;
The Lord glorifies their merit,
Commending them that He will bless.
They shall build up ancient ruins,
Raise up former devastation;
Chase away the gloom that darkens,
To bring on a new foundation.
Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer
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