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Psalm 2
The nations rage and the people plot
They shout in vain for they have not
They are a wrinkle, they are a spot
And the Lord He laughs from heaven
On My holy hill I have set my King
And around the world the church bells ring
My people bow down and I hear them sing
Of my glorious Son in heaven
Kiss the Son and bend the knee
He's the one who died to set you free
And with the Son you'll ever be
Eternally forever in heaven
poem
by
Frank McEleny
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