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Woe to those who desire, Unto that day of the Lord; When daylight does expire, And darkness full of discord. As man flees from the lion, And a bear enters his home; Trying to flee to Zion, But a serpent starts to roam. It is darkness and not light, A gloom without a brightness; When it would never feel right, For dealing with uprightness. I hate and despise the feast, I am not pleased with meeting; Where all the joy has decreased, From those who have been cheating. Though you give burnt offerings, God can’t take a fattened beast; To make peace for sufferings, If the conflict has not ceased. Take away the noise of song, The melody of the harp; Disobedience is wrong, From those without a pure heart. Let justice roll as water, Righteousness a mighty stream; Letting your son and daughter, Unto God never blaspheme. Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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