Poetry

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I sit down and ponder,
As I start to wonder;
Just where we will be.

In ten or twenty years,
The worse of my fears,
Just what will we see?

For nearly everyday,
Eyes closed as I pray;
While on bended knee.

Asking upon the Lord,
Bring a peaceful accord;
This is my humble plea.

The toil and the trouble,
Daily seems to double;
As it is appearing to me.

Return to us Almighty King,
A New Jerusalem to bring;
Reign over us and to decree.

Let the hostilities to cease,
Making the way for peace;
That is all I ask of Thee.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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