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Ask the Lord for rain in the spring,
Within your prayers just let it ring;
And the Lord makes a thunderstorm,
As you feel the weather turn warm.
He blesses all with rain showers,
To nourish the plants and flowers;
And for the crops out in the field,
Come harvest expect a high yield.
All the idols are speaking lies,
Fortunetellers are acting wise;
With false visions as well as dreams,
That look so real the way it seems.
They are giving useless comfort,
Like a mirage in the desert;
People wander around like sheep,
As the shepherd is fast asleep.
Burning anger along with rage,
The shepherd has garnished his wage;
For God will punish those who sleep,
While they are tending His sheep.
The Lord does take care of His flock,
Through the green pastures as they walk;
Makes them like His splendid war horse,
Not to deviate from the course.
From them will come a cornerstone,
That our Lord God will condone;
From them a tent peg and a bow,
From them that all leaders will know.
All of them will be warriors,
Crossing to tear down barriers;
And trample their foes in the mud,
In sewers to drown in the crud.
They will fight because of the Lord,
As they remain in one accord;
Those who ride horses will be shamed,
As the Word of God is proclaimed.
God will signal with a whistle,
Swiftly come for their dismissal;
And rescue His sheep from the roar,
Of the lion to win the war.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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