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Why does the heathen rage,
The people plot in vain;
Democrats take to stage,
Make allegations rain.
The kings of this earth set,
Rulers counsel together;
Against the Lord to fret,
Of the bonded tether.
Let’s burst the bonds apart,
Casting away the cord;
Allowing them to start,
Break away from the Lord.
He who sits in Heaven,
Holds them in derision;
Laughs at what was given,
Of what they envision.
Then He will speak to them,
His wrath to terrify;
His fury to condemn,
Because what they deny.
So, I have set my King,
Upon the holy hill;
As angels start to sing,
Their sound heard to instill.
The Lord gives His decree,
Of His begotten Son;
Aneled for you to see,
Of all that has been done.
Ask of Him He will make,
Ask of Him He will give;
Proof He will not forsake,
Comfort for how to live.
If you break with a rod,
Dash them into pieces;
A raging wrath from God,
His anger increases.
So be warned and be wise,
You rulers of the earth;
Be aware of the disguise,
That evil did give birth.
Serve the Lord to revere,
And rejoice to quiver;
Kiss the Son be sincere,
His wrath quickly kindled.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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