His Great Judgment
A mountain of many peaks,
Looks squinting as to begrudge;
As God finds one that He seeks,
Where He will be staying to judge.
Twenty thousand chariots,
That Jesus Christ will command;
Be driven by patriots,
That do as God will demand.
They will have one objective,
That the prisoners of sin;
Are to be taken captive,
And be given discipline.
So the rebellious people,
Will not be seeing the grace;
That those who know the Gospel,
Entering the Holy Place.
They will sing thanks be to God,
As they will be forgiven;
While they honor and laud,
Ready to go to Heaven.
But the Lord will crush the head,
Of every captured foe;
So all the dogs will be fed,
From all the blood that will flow.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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