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When the Lord had restored, The fortunes of Zion; It cannot be ignored, The roar of the lion. It was just like a dream, As though like being real; As real as it may seem, Giving spiritual zeal. Our mouths were filled with mirth, The day cannot go wrong; Living on planet earth, Tongues with joyful song. So as the nations said, On what the Lord has done; Spectacularly spread, The things that had begun. Wonderful things for them, Spectacular for us; For He will not condemn, Us for the wrongs as thus. So we are overjoyed, For the restored fortunes; No longer was destroyed, Because we are Christians. For a new destiny, As He restores the streams; With peace and harmony, As tranquil as it seems. Dry riverbeds now flow, Stocked with some living fish; Necessities we know, To eat a tasty dish. Those who cry as they sow, Will see joy as they reap; During summer they grow, Then in winter they sleep. Those who go out weeping, Lugging his bag of seed; Will be happy sleeping, Knowing God helped indeed. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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