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To which the Lord ever say,
That He has begotten you;
As being His Son today,
A Father He can construe.
So much better than angels,
Having the inheritance;
For judgment that He counsels,
Faithfulness as His defense.
So, when God brings His firstborn,
Being brought into this world;
Amongst sinners to sojourn,
Letting His plan be unfurled.
Let His angels worship Christ,
He makes His angels spirits;
Earthly wants not be enticed,
But rewarded for merits.
He makes His angels their breath,
His ministers a flame of fire;
Ever living without death,
Not enticed with desire.
His throne will be forever,
A scepter of uprightness;
For the Word will not sever,
Glory not dim its brightness.
You have loved the righteousness,
God anointed with oil;
Because He hates wickedness,
Causing struggles to toil.
The Lord laid the foundation,
Of earth in the beginning;
With a path for salvation,
Since humans kept on sinning.
Work of His hands in Heaven,
That the Father could cherish;
A garment God had given,
Because humans will perish.
The right side of God He sits,
His foes to be a footstool;
For the sake who inherits,
Salvation stands by the rules.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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