 |
It shall come to pass,
In the latter days;
The mountain has mass,
Established always.
Highest of mountains,
Be lifted above;
Allowing fountains,
To pour out its love.
The nations shall flow,
And many shall come;
To the Lord who know,
Take away their glum.
Go up the mountain,
To the house of God;
The living fountain,
Heals where you are flawed.
He teaches the way,
And to walk the path;
So, we will not stray,
And spared of the wrath.
Zion brings the Law,
The Word of the Lord;
Because God does call,
Not to be ignored.
He shall judge nations,
Shall decide disputes;
Giving citations,
To one that rebukes.
They shall beat their sword,
Into a plowshare;
Make peace with the Lord,
Confessing in prayer.
Nations make no war,
Lifting up the sword;
Conflicts as no more,
For peace with the Lord.
Let’s walk in light,
Come unto the Lord;
For He gives insight,
When in one accord.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
Vote for this poem
The Mountain of the LORD
|
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
|
|
