Be silent and listen to me,
Let your people gaining new strength;
As they come near so they can see,
For hearing the judgment in length.
Who has been raised up from the east,
Someone the Lord gives victory;
And will celebrate with a feast,
For being part of history.
Nations handed over to Him,
As kings and tyrants defeated;
Sword slashing like the Reaper Grim,
As His action is repeated.
Marching safely He chases them,
On a path He has never tread;
Ensuring that He will condemn,
Of everything that they dread.
The Lord had been the very first,
And He will be there till the end;
Showing mercy to those who thirst,
To the humbled being their friend.
The coastlands saw and are afraid,
The ends of the earth will shiver;
Because of the wrath to be paid,
To those hoarding gold and silver.
People are helping their neighbor,
Telling to remain strong and brave;
Craftsmen helping in their labor,
And not becoming as a slave.
The Lord has not rejected you,
Because you have been the chosen;
For the Lord is faithful and true,
And you will not be forsaken.
Everyone who has been mad,
Will be ashamed also disgraced;
As the humbled no longer sad,
The Lord ensures they are embraced..
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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