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The people who walk in darkness, Will be seeing a brilliant light; And will be stunned by its starkness, The intensity in the night. The light will shine on those who live, In the land of a deathly shadow, As it will be causing to give, Of such a scene that is hallow. It will amplify the nation, While increase its happiness; Giving the people salvation, To celebrate the blessedness. Like those who celebrate the yield, Or rejoice dividing loot; Coming back from the golden field, Tasting the sweetness of the fruit. It will break the yoke of burdens, The bar the crosses their shoulders; Causing many to their coffins, From worries that feel like boulders. The stick used by their oppressor, As it did while in battle; Is not used by its successor, As being used like on cattle. Each soldier having marching boots, The sound of battle could be heard; Not a single soldier disputes, What is commanded in the Word. All of their garments rolled in blood, Will be burned as fuel for fire; They have been serving since the flood, For their spiritual desire. A child will be born for us, As a Son that will be given; The government will rest as thus, On His shoulders from in Heaven. He will be named Almighty God, Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace; Heavenly throne for us to laud, Praise and honor never to cease. Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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