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Our Lord is good, He is a fortress; Whenever I would, Being in distress. God knows those who seek, Shelter within Him; The ones who are meek, No longer feel grim. He will put an end, To iniquity; Those things that offend, With absurdity. The Lord will pursue, His foes of the dark; Discipline is due, Where they do embark. So what do you think, About our Lord; For He is your link, When in one accord. He is the one who, Will bring to an end; Of what troubles you, Making you His friend. This trouble will not, Be happening again; As peace that you sought, Like it once had been. The people will be, Just like tangled thorns; And too blind to see, Anyone that mourns. Like people who drink. Too much and get drunk; Take no time to think, From lessons they flunk. They will be burned up, Like very dry straw; Fire in their cup, Because of their flaw. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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