The Messiah Comes

Those walking in the dark,
Have seen a great light;
Shining where they embark,
In the land of deepest night.

You made them very glad,
Increasing them in their joy;
Chasing away all the sad,
That fear uses for to deploy.

Division in aftermath of war,
Onus of yoke about the neck;
Oppression curbs any uproar,
Of anyone that might object.

Soldier in step for each boot,
Bloodied clothing into a fire;
Halting rebellions at the root,
Causing people to be in dire.

But unto us a child is given,
As a Mighty Prince of Peace;
Sent by our Father in Heaven,
And His rule will never cease.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2005 Richard Newton Sherrer

Isaiah 9:1-7

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