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Dwellers of the Earth!
Citizens of the world!
See His banners on the mountains
wave.
Hear His trumpets in the
valleys blow.
Like when waves of heat
ripple across the ground,
Like when the dew of morning
waters even deeply buried seeds,
Also know He is working
in your midst,
making the sour grape
ripen into a flower.
Isaiah 18:3-5 |
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