FI
If I could, I would applaud, all the people coming to the Lord
The word is out spread far and wide..
Come to the wedding, be the bride!
You see the evil
Be part of his plan
We have power
Take back the land.
Our fellows are with us
You must stay
Mystic wisdom
Leading the way.
I heard songs to the ends of the earth!
I said, My leanness-
The offering cursed..
Where is My glory.
Where is My way.
The whole body sick..
All led astray.
Putting bitter for sweet and dark for light..
In righteousness judgement
I delight...
Who are these that fly along like clouds,
Doves to the nest,
Where My glory abounds...
Ship's bringing children
With silver and gold
Beautifying My sanctuary
As in days of old.
Where is My glory?
Who led the way?
Follow him carefully
Or be led astray..
Search carefully
Get it write
The battles on
No need to fight.
The power and the glory...
Belong to Him.
And He is the One that takes away sin.
I saw the synagogue that say they are Jews..
That blaspheme your temple
That spit and bruise..
Your lamb to the slaughter
All over again..
Turn it back on their heads and portion the blame.
Wise to do evil-
But good they know not..
Seduced and flattered
Like lepers
They rot.
Blood flows..
Crucified a fresh..
Not understanding
He, in the flesh.
And I will pour on them the spirit of grace...
And they will bitterly mourne
When they come
Face to face.
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Written on May 02, 2024
Submitted by myway6119 on May 02, 2024
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | x a a bcdx efgf x e x H f x f i x x x x xjhj Hf hf i x i h x x k b k d x x bl xxl m m n c g n |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,432 |
Words | 352 |
Stanzas | 40 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
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