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The mighty One, God our Lord, Speaks and summons upon the earth; The sun setting is not ignored, Knowing the rising sun's true worth. The perfection of true beauty, God shining forth out of Zion; He did give the sun its duty, To start like a roaring lion. Our Lord does not keep silent, Before Him, a consumed fire; A mighty storm is violent, Destruction it does desire. He calls on Heaven up above, And the earth to judge His people; The faithful ones gather thereof, Taking refuge in His temple. A covenant through sacrifice, Was made where the faithful gather; Asked for favor in justice, Through their praise and prayed together. Heaven declares His righteousness, For God Himself remains the judge; For all those who do not confess, Will be condemned in His carnage. Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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