Hear ye death that you may see
My servant is blind
How can this be?
Seeing things but observing not
Opening eyes
This is his lot.
Be well pleased for his righteousness sake
He will magnify the law
Make no mistake.
The people robbed and snared hidden in prison holds
They are for a prey
Who will say Restore
On that fateful day?
Former things have come to pass new things I declare
He tells us now before their time
Our shame we all must bear.
But He is our healer
The Lord Almighty is his name.
His glory shall not go to another
The chaff he blows away.
Don't look on our iniquities
Refine us in your light
The seed of your planting
To be daily your delight.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A fine write 2.
That's what we do.
And so it is that death takes us all and sifts away, leaving behind debris. Nicely done
Or treasure, if we get it.
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