Shake yourselves from the dust
Wake up all the mighty men
Pull out your ploughshares from the rust
Blacksmith's sway into swords'll fashion
Storm the prison gate of those couched in darkness
Pull along the catapults n' load every cannon ball
Send in the worshippers first though they'll count as weakness
Smug in their ivory palace oblivious in arrogance preceding their fall
The clay always intent on questioning
What The Potter is busy spinning in His Vision
Still I remain under the shadow of His Wing
Though pieces cut away in pain of each incision
Paul and Silas singing songs into midnight
Shackles fall open ushered out in release
Boggles minds to stand alone in His Might
Surpassing all understanding is everlasting peace.
1-20-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson
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