Thus, says the Lord who made you,
Who formed you within the womb;
Will guide your day and night through,
Until rescued from the tomb.
Fear not, for God has preferred,
You are the one selected;
Because the Lord has conferred,
You being an elected.
He will cause rain on the land,
Of thirsty streams of parched ground;
For His voice gives the command,
Causing of a joyous sound.
His Spirit poured on your young,
His blessings on your offspring;
As worship and praise is sung,
And to the Scriptures they cling.
They will spring up in the grass,
Like willows by flowing streams;
The storms come, and they will pass,
As nightmares turn into dreams.
This one says He is the Lord,
Another one calls His name;
For being in one accord,
Enabled to go proclaim.
Another, writes on his hand,
For Israel is his name;
On solid rock he will stand,
No other god to acclaim.
For the King of Israel,
Redeemer and Lord of host;
The living God who is real,
Along with the Holy Ghost.
He is the first and the last,
No other god before Him;
He is the future and past,
He is the vigor and vim.
Who shall He call and declare,
They have been here since the start;
Merciful enough to care,
A universe for their heart.
So, fear not nor be afraid,
You have not yet to be told;
Until this world has decayed,
His plan has yet to unfold.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
