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The Day of the Lord

A Prophet The Lord has sent. No time left to awaken or repent. The arrogant evil doers will be stubble... burn like a furnace turned to rubble. The prideful, the sinful we'll defeat... ashes under the soles of our feet! No root or branch will be left, only those who obeyed shall be kept. The sun of righteousness will rise, with healing in its wings... freed like calves from their stalls, evermore to worship The King. By Milton Lopez Delgado Inspired by The Book of Malachi 4:1-6 January 18, 2009

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