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There will be no more gloom, For the land in distress; Because a change does loom, God is willing to bless. God has humbled the lands, From an earlier time; And now no longer stands, In paying for their crime. Soon He will bring glory, To the road by the sea; In the truthful story, The some do disagree. By the Jordan River, Where the foreigners live; God will not deliver, And will never forgive. Those who walk in the dark, Will never see the light; For where they do embark, Is never pure and bright. The light will shine on those, Who live in the shadow; In the land where death flows, That God would only know. The nation will expand, Increase its happiness; Celebrate in the land, A harvest blessedness. All the warrior boots, Marching into battle; Blood flowing to the roots, As they rock the cradle. A child will be born, A son will be given; The throne He will sojourn, Coming down from Heaven. For as the Prince of Peace, To be known as His name; That evil is to cease, Will be here to proclaim. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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