Wine on the lees


A feast of fat things


Of wine on the lees


Full of marrow 


Well refined 






Remove the covering 


Cast over the people 


Veiling the nations 


Exalting the steeple 


Wipe away tears from all faces 


Swallow up death 


Leave no traces. 


When the rebuke is taken 


His people will say 


This is our God 


It is Him who has saved. 


We waited for Him


He wasn't slow 


In His mountain his people will know


The hand of the Lord that gave them rest 


Made their enemies a dunghill when put to the test.


Stretch out your hands swim right through 


Bring down pride and the spoils of its hands


Cleanse the earth and all of its lands


Bring the high walls down and grind them to dust


In His promises you can trust.







  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2024 05:35
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