The Lord will plunder his pasture,
Shepherds have no place to flee.
Roaring from on high,
Leaving His lair like a lion.
He will roar mightily against his fold:
He is awesome in power,
A fear to behold.
Hear it to the ends of the earth,
He has a controversy with the nations.
He will plead his case with all flesh,
He has made his invitation.
Wicked go to the sword,
Disaster throughout the nations.
A whirlwind rising to the farthest parts of the earth.
Just remuneration.
From one end to the other,
None lamented.
This is their end.
Don't be a pretender.
The voice of the cry of the shepherds,
And the wailing of the fold...
There will be no place to flee
From the Almighty God of old.
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Good write 2.
Thank Orchidee what's in a name? Some see.
Of the promise of old the Emmanuel is the one to Whom we flee…
Karma? What goes around comes around. This seems old testament the new would be turn the other cheek. Nice
"Then he did unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is a householder, which brings forth out of his treasure things new and old."
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