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For your sake, the Lord will send,
Bring you down as fugitives;
In the ships that will descend,
Rejoicing as His captives.
The Lord is the Holy One,
The Creator and your King;
Established what had begun,
Of every living thing.
He makes a way in the sea,
A path in mighty waters;
Through His Word that does decree,
The fruit of sons and daughters.
He brings forth the warrior,
That lies down and cannot rise;
Setting up a barrier,
Making him blind in his eyes.
The warrior becomes sick,
His illness causes to die;
Extinguished quenched like a wick,
Extinct in the grave to lie.
Remember not former things,
Nor consider things of old;
Only what the future brings,
That Holy Scriptures have told.
It springs forth for to perceive,
But you are perceiving not;
God makes the desert receive,
Water that the dry land sought.
The wild beasts honor God,
For water in the desert;
Looking to Heaven to laud,
Because the Lord does comfort.
Streams flow in the wilderness,
For all His creatures to drink;
His chosen honor to bless,
While taking time to think.
His people who He has formed,
They maybe declare His praise;
That heart and mind be transformed,
To honor and laud always.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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