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The Spirit of God is in me,
Because the Lord has anointed;
To bring good news for all to see;
For the chosen He appointed.
He has sent me for binding up,
The brokenhearted to proclaim;
For filling to the brim their cup,
The liberty within His name.
The opening of prison gates,
Proclaiming the year of the Lord;
As someone patiently awaits,
To greet the ones who have adored.
A day of vengeance of the Lord,
While comforting all who mourn;
All of those that have just ignored,
Of the Scriptures that He did warn.
He grants all of those in sorrow,
To give them a beautiful crown;
That they have hope for tomorrow,
Since today they have felt so down.
The oil of gladness to pour,
And wearing the garment of praise;
Not of a faint spirit to assure,
That life does have a second phase.
Planting the oaks of righteousness,
So that the Lord is glorified;
And rebuilding the blessedness,
That He may become satisfied.
Rebuilding the ancient ruins,
Raise up former devastations;
Repair the cities of the ones,
Ravaged by past generations.
You have glory instead of shame,
No dishonor rather rejoice;
With laud and praise of the Lord’s name,
Worship by singing with your voice.
In your land you yield abundant,
And possess a double portion;
As a steward and attendant,
Perfectly clear no distortion.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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