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When the Lord restored,
The wealth of Zion;
There was joy that roared,
Like a proud lion.
It was like a dream,
And being asleep;
As though it would seem,
From what we could reap.
We were laughter filled,
Heart was filled with joy;
Being highly skilled,
What we could employ.
Tongues of joyful songs,
And started to sing;
As each of us longs,
What the Lord will bring.
For the Lord has done,
Spectacular things;
Since we are the one,
His desire brings.
We are on cloud nine,
Our restored wealth;
Abundance divine,
In spiritual health.
Restored streams now flow,
Rivers no longer dry;
Plants and trees now grow,
The sky starts to cry.
Tears of joy we sow,
And joyfully reap;
A surplus to grow,
And able to keep.
Those who sow in tears,
Shall be reaping cheer;
As the harvest nears,
Chasing away fear.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
Spectacular Things
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