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The earth and all it contains,
Belongs to the Lord that reigns;
The world and all who live here,
Are His children far and near.
Its foundation on the seas,
Forming land laid it with trees;
Flowing with rivers and streams,
As the water shines and gleams.
Who may go up the mountain?
The place where it is written;
The Lord has His holy place,
And I am such a disgrace.
Anyone who has clean hands,
Not broken any commands;
Someone with a golden heart,
So pure never to depart.
Someone who longs not for fake,
And who will never forsake;
Never to lie under an oath,
Never lazy or will loath.
They will receive a blessing,
Salvation for confessing;
Righteousness from the Savior,
As God looks on with favor.
This is the person who tries,
Who is searching for the prize;
To find the face of the Lord,
In being loved and adored.
Lift up your heads all you gates,
For the Lord of Host awaits;
Be lifted up ancient doors,
Hear the Lamb of God that roars.
The King of glory arrives,
Because He is still survives;
He has fought Satan and won,
As the rightful heir and Son.
The Lord is mighty and strong,
Grand in battle against wrong;
The Lord of all Christ the King,
To whom we proclaim and sing.
Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Beauty of Creation
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