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Those who walk in the dark, Have seen such a great light; In the land they embark, As it was shining bright. You multiplied the nation, You have increased its joy; Glory of salvation, Glad tidings to employ. The yoke of His burden, The staff for His shoulder; The day you have broken, The rod of oppressor. Because every boot, The tramping warrior; In their battle pursuit, Blood for the survivor. The blood is to be burned, As fuel for the fire; The metals that He earned, Valor to acquire. But a child is born, For a Son is given; A prince to sojourn, That came down from Heaven. Everlasting Father, Who is the prince of peace; Mighty God and Brother, A love that will not cease. It is His government, Of peace without an end; A day for discernment, Henceforth justice will send. For the zeal of the Lord, Will perform from His throne; Those not in one accord, See fire and brimstone. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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