A New Song

Letting past be past
With every tick tock,
We get to sing
With the seas
and their coastlands
With the wilderness
and the cities
From the ends of the earth,
Sing from the mountain tops
And the valley lows,
All glory and honor and praise,
Sing to the Lord
Sing to the Lord a new song.

Isaiah 42:10-13

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by J Alan R
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