Wake up and clothe yourself with strength,
So put on your beautiful clothes;
And you can persevere the length,
With perfume that smells like a rose.
The godless and evil people,
Will no longer come up to you;
They will not enter the temple,
The Scriptures they do not construe.
Shake the dust off caked on your shoes,
Break free from chains around the neck;
For it is the Lord that you choose,
Following Him upon your trek.
You were sold, but no price was paid,
You will be bought back without cash;
But no need for to be afraid,
For the blood of Christ holds the stash.
In the beginning where you dwelt,
As foreigners being oppressed;
The torture that was being dealt,
Having that you falsely confessed.
So what does the Lord has found here,
You are taken for no reason;
Their rulers are screaming with fear,
For nothing that was ever done.
His name has been cursed all day long,
But the day comes that they will know;
When their agony will prolong,
As the wrath of the Lord will show.
How beautiful on the mountains,
The messenger with the Good News;
No longer in needing weapons,
The godless will be paying dues.
The watchman is raising his voice,
While they see with their own eyes;
Shouting cheerfully to rejoice,
The Lord returning with the prize.
Although we know not the hour,
But we already know it is nigh;
The Lord shows His Holy power,
As He will come out of the sky.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer