In the spirit of truth,
I bring my lament.
A voice from the wilderness,
crying, "repent!"
His time is near,
as many will learn.
He left as a lamb.
Now a lion returns.
All that is written,
is drawn from His grace.
All that was captured,
is found in this space.
Though awarded they are,
to God, be the gold.
I'm just a scribe,
who writes what he's told.
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