Poetry

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Why do the nations rage,
As people plot in vain;
Act like beasts in a cage,
Going through so much pain.

For the kings of the earth,
Set themselves together;
As if they will give birth,
In the stormy weather.

Let their bonds burst apart,
Casting away their cord;
Having hardened a heart,
Now living by the sword.

He who sits in Heaven,
Laughs at the derision;
All the Lord has given,
Now they cause division.

He will speak with His wrath,
Terrify with fury;
Setting upon their path,
Fear making them scurry.

He will tell the decree,
You are being His son;
He had begotten thee,
For the righteousness done.

He will make the nation,
As your inheritance;
As a new creation,
Giving your repentance.

You break them with iron,
Dash them into pieces;
Like Sampson with His brawn,
Until their life ceases.

O kings be wise and warned,
Serve the Lord as you fear;
Show how He is adorned,
As you laud and revere.

Kiss the Son lest angry,
You perish in the way;
Dishonor His decree,
In the end, you will pay.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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