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In that day, the Lord of Host,
Will be a crown of glory;
Along with the Holy Ghost,
A diadem of beauty.
As a spirit of justice,
Who sits on the judgement throne;
Determine the righteousness,
Of each person on their own.
The strength of those who turn back,
From the battle at the gate;
Through the faith that they may lack,
Too impatient for to wait.
These also reeling with wine,
They stagger from the strong drink;
Gluttony from whence they dine,
Thoughts clouded on what they think.
For all the tables are full,
Filthy vomit left no space;
Judgment stumbles like a fool,
Drunken glow shines on the face.
To whom shall be taught wisdom,
Who can explain the doctrine;
For entering the Kingdom,
Having a good discipline.
Those who are weaned from the milk,
Those who are drawn from the breast;
Anyone who will not bilk,
And pass the spiritual test.
It is precept on precept,
One line upon another;
Each time in taking a step,
With no help from each other.
For people having strange lips,
And having a foreign tongue;
The Lord will speak as one trips,
Heavenly words being flung.
Give rest unto the weary,
Yet no one will ever hear;
It is the dark and drreary,
They continue to revere.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherre
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