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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 Vote for this poem
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