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Let’s go to the house of the Lord, Our feet stand within its gate; Jerusalem where I adored, When we go I anticipate. A place bound firmly together, Where all the tribes of the Lord go; And they are able to gather, Hear the decrees they need to know. They will give thanks unto the Lord, Where the thrones of judgment are placed; But anyone that has ignored, The Lord casts out to be disgraced. Pray for peace in Jerusalem, May they be secure who love You; Those who will dishonor condemn, Because they will never construe. Let the peace be within Your walls, Security in Your towers; Praises filling Your hallowed halls, Continuing throughout the hours. I say that peace be within you, Because of the House of the Lord; Let our God seek what is true, In you to be in one accord. Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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