Poetry

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God made a new Heaven and earth,
The former things come into mind;
But not remembered for its worth,
For they have become misaligned.

But be glad, rejoice forever,
Be in joy of a new Zion;
A joy that will never sever,
Praising like a roaring lion.

I rejoice in Jerusalem,
Joyous gladness in his people;
All the others He will condemn,
Who have avoided the temple.

No more of a weeping sound heard,
No longer the cry of distress;
Only joy that comes from His Word,
Rescuing those from the abyss.

No more an infant dies in days,
As the sinner shall be accursed;
The old or the young that obeys,
Shall never hunger nor to thirst.

They build houses to inhabit,
They shall plant vineyards to eat fruit;
God assures that they inherit,
And firmly planting of their root.

For the days of a tree shall be,
Shall be the days of His people;
Long enjoy the work that they see,
Of their hands as His disciple.

They shall never labor in vain,
Nor bear children as misfortune;
Offspring shall not be having pain,
When obeying without question.

Before they call, God will reply,
As they are speaking, He will hear;
Giving support that will apply,
Knowing that He is always near.

The wolf and lamb graze together,
Like the ox the lion eats hay;
They will not hurt as they gather,
As they will all trust and obey.

Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer

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