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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The City of the Lord “12 For the nation or kingdom that will not serve you will perish; it will be utterly ruined. 13 “The glory of Lebanon will come to you, the juniper, the fir and the cypress together, to adorn my sanctuary; and I will glorify the place for my feet. 14 The children of your oppressors will come bowing before you; all who despise you will bow down at your feet and will call you the City of the LORD, Zion of the Holy One of Israel. 15 “Although you have been forsaken and hated, with no one travelling through, I will make you the everlasting pride and the joy of all generations. 16 You will drink the milk of nations and be nursed at royal breasts. Then you will know that I, the LORD, am your Savior, your Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob. ” Isa 60:12-16 Zion will be called The City of the Lord. Although she’s been forsaken and hated, Her splendor, He’ll afford. The nation or kingdom who does not serve her, Will perish and be ruined. Her walls will be called ‘Salvation’, And all who dwell within her pardoned. The glory of Lebanon; The pine, fir and cypress tree Will adorn and glorify, The place of the Lord’s sanctuary. The sons of Zion’s oppressors Will bow down before her citizens, As will those who despised her, Once refusing to be her patrons. The City of the Lord will acknowledge Their Redeemer and Savior. He will bring her gold and iron And make peace her governor. There’ll be no more violence in her land; No more ruin of destruction. Her borders will be sure, And her gates called ‘Praise’ and ‘Adoration’. In the City of the Lord, The sun will not shine. The Lord will be her everlasting light, And sorrow will end for all time. All the Lord’s people will be righteous And possess the land forever more. He makes the smallest a mighty nation; Her City of the Lord, all readily adore! © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com
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