Truth is fallen in the street,
Conceiving falsehood in conceit.
Equity cannot enter, truth fails.
Transgressions are with us,
No longer the head now the tale.
He saw that there was no man,
So he enacted his plan.
He put on righteousness as a breastplate,
A helmet of salvation on his head.
Garments of vengeance, a cloak of zeal.
Each man judged, truth revealed.
According to their deeds, he will repay,
Fury to his adversaries, his enemies displayed.
They shall fear his name from the west,
And his glory from the rising of the sun,
But to you who fear his name,
Salvation has come.
The sword of the Lord is filled with blood,
For the day of the Lord is vengeance
Vengeance to his foes.
His sheep hear his voice,
Peace to all of those.
For behold, the day is coming burning like an oven,
All the wicked before him will be stubble.
For you who fear his name there is healing in his wings,
When the Sun of Righteousness shall arise to him our hearts will sing.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Good write 2.
Great write. Yashua?
It ain't me babe.
This world needs Him. Big time.
Plug in.
Fully charged. The joy of serving the King of Kings...unspeakable joy... that doesn't depend on my circumstances. No money? No big house? Who cares, I'm a child of the Highest.
Amen.
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