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The Lord God of Hosts has a day, Of tumult and the confusion; For anyone who disobey, Tread in the valley of vision. A battering down of the walls, Unto the mountains a shouting; Until it tumbles as it falls, Because of feeling of doubting. As Elam bore with the quiver, With chariots and the horsemen; As the winds cause them to shiver, Kir uncovered the shield again. Your choicest valley chariots full, The horsemen took stand at the gates; Obedient to who does rule, Upon the command each one waits. For the Lord has taken away, The covering over Judah; You look to weapons in that day, While you await for a call. You have also seen the breaches, Collecting water from the pool; Remembering what God teaches, Avoiding in being the fool. Count houses of Jerusalem, Broke down some to fortify wall; Strengthening not to condemn, Because where weak it will not fall. A reservoir between two walls, With water collected from the pool; But ignoring when the Lord calls, Which has been making you the fool. In that day the Lord God of Host, Called for weeping and mourning; Wears sackcloth no longer to boast, Tearing of eyes without warning. The Lord of Host revealed in my ears, Surely this is iniquity; Purged till death within your fears, Building spirituality. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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