God spoke thrice
Six times I heard
Each time He spoke, I heard twice.
All his words, the ones I read,
And the ones spoken.
All my Lord said
Shall never be broken.
Every obedience will be treated as a son,
Though things might be tough.
Gods people will rise as a sun,
Mercy and Grace, they'll have more than enough.
Governments and nations will fall
and suffering would last long.
But God's people will stand tall,
Like a rock, they'll remain strong.
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