The Gift

by 1st Poet

Woolly Hair feet like brass and burnt face
Name was recorded by the Lord of Spirits
The mountains bow down to him in honor
Singing Glory to our King

His seat is on the throne next to the Lord of Spirits
Everything was created to worship him
The moon, the clouds, the wind tremble in fear
At the sound of his voice they go instantly

He was sent to earth to defeat sin
His true identity concealed by earthly men
He's coming soon to reveal himself
Every living soul will bow down to him

Then the world will restore his crown
His sheep will come fourth and be restored 
Their glory will shine like the morning sun
As they return in ships to rebuild Jerusalem

Open the gates of "Zion" and prepare the way
Get your houses in order and know thy truth
Listen and discern his spirit inside of you

The Gift by 1st Poet

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