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Bethlehem is way too small, As part of all the cities; A ruler to hear the call, Of compassion that pities. Because the future ruler, Will be arriving for God; And replacing the swayer, That many honor and laud. His origins have gone back, To the far and distant past; Days long ago when most lack, Where dark shadows that were cast. That is why He would forsake, Israel until the time; A birth a mother will make, A child that will change crime. Then the rest of the people, Will be coming to the flock; The child at the temple, To reveal all in His talk. He will lead with all His strength, The noble name of the Lord; To persist at any length, Change others to one accord. This child will be their peace, That some invaded their land; Their invasions will soon cease, When the shepherd takes His stand. The shepherd will save the sheep, When they enter our land; As our foes die in their sleep, Cast into the barren sand. Some of them among many, Were like the dew from the Lord; As righteous true and steady, Remaining in one accord. They put not their hope in man, Rather more like a lion; Stalking their prey with their clan, Guarding their lair of Zion Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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