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You are the elect race, That God has shed His grace; And as I understood, In the royal priesthood. Such a good foundation, As a holy nation; Ones who belong to God, As you honor and laud. The Lord has chosen you, For your trust that is true; From darkness you did right, To purity and light. At one time you were not, But suddenly you sought; God for mercy grace, And for His sweet embrace. Although here we sojourn, We are subjects reborn; Citizens of a place, That God shines with His grace. Until the time we go, We must follow the flow; Respect those elected, That others selected. Though we may not agree, Authority we see; They are still in control, And has a certain goal. We have no need to fear, For God is always near; And whoever commands, They are in His hands. Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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