Comfort My People
Comfort 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
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