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We do not see our signs,

No longer any prophet;

Rather for glory that shines,

From what we will inherit.


There is no one among us,

Who would ever know how long;

For the end that comes as thus,

Forgiveness of any wrong.


How long is the foe to scoff,

The Democrats revile;

Make things to be really tough,

On a standard lifestyle.


So, why are we holding back,

Of your right hand that will chance;

Take it from the fold you lack,

That will obstruct their advance.


Take it out of your garment,

Enabled to destroy them;

For it is like a varmint,

And are able to condemn.


God, my King is from of old,

Working on your salvation;

Midst of the earth to unfold,

Building a new foundation.

He divided by His might,

All of the sea from the land;

As well as day from the night,

Because of His voice command.


He broke heads of sea demons,

In the waters off the coast;

Killing off of the dragons,

Performed by the Holy Ghost.


Heads of the Leviathan,

Crushed and was given for food;

Nutrition that will strengthen,

Other creatures gratitude.


God split open springs and brooks,

Dried up ever-flowing streams;

Lake of Fire went the crooks,

Continue eternal screams.


Heavenly lights and the sun,

For making a brighter earth;

Setting all the borders done,

Summer and winter has birth.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer

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