Without Fear

The day draws near
When a righteous King will reign,
Who will be our shelter
     from the wind,
Who will be our water
     in a dry land,
Who will be our shade
     where our eyes can rest.

In Him,
Justice will rule in the wilderness,
Righteousness will grow in the fields,
And a quiet assurance will prevail in the
There will be peace in this land.

And blessed will be us all,
Who will sow beside His waters
And who will send out to Him without fear
     our oxen and donkeys.

Isaiah 32:1-8, 16-20

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by J Alan R
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