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13h
For I am the Lord, like me there is no other
Aside from me there is no shelter, nor cover
False idols and gods shatter beneath my word
So hear my call, and walk away from the herd
For to the cliffs, these sheep of the earth run
In search of their own pleasure and fun
And they know not this fact to be true
That no one, but me is coming to save you
No ruler, no king that comes from any land
Is a match for the wonders, I do with my hands
They trust in their machines, and their tools
But compared to me, they are but mere fools
Where were they, when the foundation was laid
For the earth and all of the glory I’ve made
They were unformed, unmade, merely a thought
The tiniest of pieces in this great plan I’ve plot
They built their tower, trying to touch my might
But nothing they create, no matter the height
Will ever come within my glory, within my sight
For you to ever experience heavens light
You must surrender your will, give up the fight
In my Son alone, you are rescued from the night
Written by
Conrad Larson  20/M
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