Poetry

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The wilderness and the dry land,
Shall be glad as they will rejoice;
Flowers will blossom in the sand,
Sounding like they lift up their voice.

It shall blossom so abundantly,
And rejoice with joy and singing;
The glory be the majesty,
So gloriously in its bringing.

We see the glory of the Lord,
The majesty of our God;
For He is beloved and adored,
While giving honor and laud.

He will strengthen our weak hands,
And making firm the feeble knees;
If we are true to His commands,
He shines His favor if we please.

Say to who has an anxious heart,
Always be strong and never fear;
Our God will never depart,
Vengeance upon foes that are near.

The eyes of the blind shall then see,
The ears of the deaf start to hear;
As we pray upon bended knee,
Pay homage to God and revere.

The lame shall then leap like a deer,
The tongue of the mute sing for joy;
Being faithful remain sincere,
Flowing streams will start to deploy.

The burning sand shall be a pool,
No longer thirsts because of springs;
Quenches the land now feeling cool,
Attraction for the beasts it brings.

And you shall see a special road,
That is called the Way to Heaven;
Only the righteous will be bestowed,
For their passage to be given.

The ransomed of the Lord return,
Singing for joy everlasting;
A golden crown that they shall earn,
Gladness and joy ever casting.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer

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