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In the last days it comes to pass,
The house of the Lord shall be seen;
On the mountain top shine like glass,
And glistening with such a sheen.
Many nations will come and say,
"People will stream as they go flock;
Let us go follow the pathway,
To the God of Jacob and talk.
He will teach us the ways to live,
The teachings go out from Zion;
For the Word does sound attractive,
Aggressively like a lion.
Then He will judge upon disputes,
Settle conflicts between nations;
Ensuring one of them refutes,
Smoothing out all complications.
Nations will not fight each other,
They will not train for war again;
As they will embrace their brother,
No longer trying to condemn.
They will sit under their grapevines,
And be shaded by the fig trees;
Making of the best tasting wines,
As they aged in the gentle breeze.
All the nations live by their gods,
We live by the name of the Lord;
They all have idols that are frauds,
As the true God has been ignored.
When the day comes God takes the lame,
He will bring those who are scattered;
As He heals them they will proclaim,
Praising God as they are gathered.
They will be His faithful people,
Changing those who were forced away;
So they can enter the temple,
No longer shall they go astray.
Zion, the sentry of the flock,
The stronghold of all the people;
Diligently watching for the hawk.
Promising peace through the Gospel
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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