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The mountains may move,
As the hills might quake;
But my love does prove,
God will not forsake.
His promise of peace,
Can and will not change;
Mercy will not cease,
Not become estrange.
You are suffering,
O such a pity;
So irritating,
In a razed city.
The Lord will rebuild,
Set a foundation;
With precious stones filled,
That gives salvation.
He rebuilds towers,
And your gates with stones;
Your walls with flowers,
Comforts as one moans.
Children will be taught,
By the living Lord;
Answers that are sought,
Will not be ignored.
God will establish,
In you righteousness;
Of what you will wish,
He gives blessedness.
No longer afraid,
Or feeling oppressed;
The Lord renders aid,
To calm your unrest.
The Lord finds a way,
To get you back home;
When you went astray,
Causing you to roam.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
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