Celebration
When you have been set free,
How happy you will be;
Traveling home in peace,
The bonds of sin release.
The hills and dales will sing,
The sound of joy it will bring;
As you are passing by,
Because the Lord is nigh.
Branches of trees will clap,
Being freed from the trap;
And within Satan's grip,
As a slave on his ship.
Once growing thorns and weeds,
Now will grow wheat from seeds;
Covering the whole field
And blest with a good yield.
The blessings you will reap,
Shall be yours for to keep;
As witness to the Lord,
That can not be ignored.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2008 Richard Newton Sherrer
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