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
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