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The sword of the Lord
came to Ezekiel.
I send you to a people
rebellious in heart.
Of Me they do not fear.
I am not their God.
Take to them My sword.
I must cut them down.
My eyes will not spare,
Nor will I have pity.
Whether they hear or not,
They will know I am God.
I will choose a remnant,
This nation I will restore.
I will scatter them to the
wind,
But I will bring some back again.
Those who say, from Him
you must get far away,
It will be their hearts
alone
I cause to forever stray.
Few will hear and heed My
word,
But many will feel My sword.
Ezekiel 11 |
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