When the world's in the throes of death
And shadows surround our love
We're reminded of our saviour's breath
and his ascension to home above
Even if the Earth be burnt
And the sun no longer glows
Zion's beloved throne was earnt
It's there our flower grows
So the toils we must bear
To faithfully sow our seed
Can no longer even compare
To our loving fathers deed
Even if the man of sin
Stares into our very eyes
And musters up a sinister grin
He's aware of his soon demise
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Author:
Gavin (
Offline) - Published: September 25th, 2020 08:59
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Comments1
A fine write Gavin.
Thank you
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