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Three Slaves

There was a king from old
Had a statue of him made of gold
Required his kingdom to worship him
Everytime sound of horn, pipe, or singing hymns

There were three Hebrew slaves
Devout in their faith and praise
Would not their God disgrace
By falling down and worship his face

Even though he had given them reign
Sharing in his kingdom plane
The punishment for disobeying 
Was placing in a furnace hotly heated

There was no way they would
Worship him, they knew their God
Would totally protect them
Save them from the heated fire

If not they would join the heavenly choir
The king ordered the flame made hotter still
Men died obeying the king's will
They died from the flames boiling rage

Inside the heated furnace
Seven times hotter in  this cage
There were three Hebrew slaves
Walking around

Hands and feet totally unbound
Joining them in the heat
Was an angel oh so neat
The king shouted who joins them

It looks like an angel
Or the maybe God
Inside the furnace facing 
Flames Glorifing prasing name

They walked and talked inside
The firey pit
His words did sit
In their heart strenghting 

When they were removed from the fire
Not a hair had been singed
Their clothes free not smelly smoke
Only thing gone was the rope

(This is the story of three Hebrew Slaves:Hananiah(Shadrack),Mishael(Meshack), and Azariah
(Abednego).  God gave them knowledge and learning. Loosely interpertated from the book 
of Daniel in the "Bible".)

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