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The Lord had made a promise, Not to go back on His Word; For bringing about justice, Who ignore what they have heard. The fruit will set on the throne, To keep the promise and rules; As for His actions alone, Will be judgment on the fools. The Lord has chosen Zion, For making it as His home; A fortress blocks the lion, The places where he did roam. This will be His resting place, He will live here forever; Will be where He sheds His grace, On those who do not sever. He abundantly will supply, All that His people will need; Ensuring to satisfy, Enough food and drink to feed. The Lord will protect the priest, The godly people will shout; Setting up a joyous feast, That will not leave a doubt. He will make the people strong, For choosing the dynasty; Each one anointed belong, Ordained as saints to decree. He will put the foes to shame, And making His crown to shine; All His people will proclaim, The Lord as Holy Divine. Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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