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His throne is forever,
Scepter of uprightness;
For it will not sever,
Upon His righteousness.
For it is His Kingdom,
That His scepter shall reign;
Righteous from His wisdom,
Rewarding us to gain.
You have loved righteousness,
So, God has anointed;
And hated wickedness,
As you are appointed.
From oil of gladness,
Beyond your companions;
Erases the sadness;
Makes spiritual unions.
God laid the foundation,
Of the earth since the start;
Offering salvation,
Giving you a clean heart.
Heaven is of His hands,
But they will all wear out;
As to perish demands,
Since they share so much doubt.
As a robe shalt He fold,
The garment must be changed;
For if it gets too old,
It becomes disarranged.
But the Lord is the same,
His years having no end;
We proceed to proclaim,
Although some may offend.
Angels have never heard,
To sit at His right hand;
His foes ailed with the Word,
And what it does demand.
He makes them His footstool,
A footstool for His feet;
For each one is a fool,
Pronouncing their defeat.
Ministering spirits,
Are not sent out to serve;
Rather one inherits,
Legacies to preserve.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
Superior to Angels
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