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I am His servant,
He will strengthen me;
Lovingly fervent,
Chosen for to see.
As a chosen one,
I delight in Him;
Do what has begun,
With spiritual vim.
He gave His Spirit,
For anointing me;
Justness through merit,
With insight to see.
I could hear His voice,
Did not cry or shout;
But I did rejoice,
With leaving no doubt.
He will break no reed,
Nor smoldering wick;
But will plant the seed,
For healing the sick.
I will not grow weak,
Or be discouraged;
But willing to seek,
Being encouraged.
God produced Heaven,
And stretching them out;
New life was given,
His breath left no doubt.
God has called on you,
And will hold your hand;
Always to be true,
Follow His command.
Be a covenant,
Light to the nations;
To be reverent,
Building foundations.
Open the blind eyes,
To see through the dark;
Detect the disguise,
Satan does embark.
Yahweh is His name,
Declares new events;
Go out and proclaim,
Till each one repents.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
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