Poetry

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Go up unto the mountain,
Herald of the Good News;
Quench thirst from the fountain,
Of living waters, you choose.

Lift up your voice with its strength,
Lift it up and not to fear;
Sing unto Him to the length,
Behold, our God is near.

Behold, the Lord comes with might,
Because His arm rules for Him;
His reward showing insight,
Transferred with spiritual vim.

Behold of His great reward,
That has given recompense;
For it is God our Lord,
That came for our defense.

He will be tending His flock,
Like a shepherd with His sheep;
We follow where He will walk,
In His arms we fall asleep.

He carries us in His arms,
Carry us in His embrace;
Protecting from all alarms,
Showing His mercy and grace.

He measured all the waters,
In the hollow of His hand;
For all His sons and daughters,
Letting the Heavens expand.

He closed the dust of the earth,
Measured and weighed all the hills;
Giving life with a new birth,
And being born with free wills.

Who has measured the Spirit,
What man shows Him his counsel;
Being good or bad merit,
How to proceed or cancel.

Whom would He had to consult,
Who would make Him understand;
Any child or adult,
That would be taking command.

For the nations like a drop,
Merely like a speck of dust;
Nobody could ever top,
Gaining others for their trust.

Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer

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