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Sing to the Lord a new song, Praise from the end of the earth; To the sea where you belong, The coastlands had given birth, Let the desert and cities, To be lifting up their voice; Comfort someone that pities, Inspire them to rejoice. Inhabitants of the town, Encourage to sing for joy; Make a smile from a frown, Top of the mountains employ. Shout glory unto the Lord, Declare praise in the coastland; Show He is loved and adored, Honor what He does command. The Lord like a mighty man, A man of war full of zeal; Having an iron-clad plan, Against the foes we must deal. I held peace for a long time, I have kept still and restrained; I cry committing a crime, As someone who was constrained. I will gasp as I will pant, To destroy and devour; Disdainful while I rant, Because of tasting sour. I will lay waste on the hills, And dry up all of the herbs; As in the air the sound fills, The mind of my foe disturbs. God leads the blind in a way, That they still have never known; How to guide throughout each day, For their wisdom to have grown. Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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