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Comfort My PeopleComfort my people says the Lord, Let them not ever be ignored; Always speak tenderly to them, Never try to spite or condemn.     Time for hard labor be finished, And their souls to be replenished; For their wrongs have been bought and paid, And no need in being afraid.   For they have received with interest, Developed from sins of their lust; Because of mercy from the Lord, Since they are beloved and adored.   A voice cries out from the desert, Baptizing others to convert; In clearing the way for the Lord, Being with Him in one accord.   So let us make a highway straight, Time has come to no longer wait; Through the barren for our God, On the way we honor and laud.   I hear the voice is calling out, You can hear as it starts to shout; All the people are like the grass, Each blade is like each lad and lass.   Beauty like a flowering field, The blooming of spring that they yield; But the approaching of winter, The flowers then die and wither.   But the Lord is aware and knows, Just as the wind His breath still blows; For the Word will never sever, Saving us to live forever. Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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