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We have a strong city, New Jerusalem.

Cast off your garments of pity; Mourning is swallowed by Him.

It's walls are our salvation. Open up the gates of faith.

And welcome a Holy Nation; Our God has power to save!

He will keep in perfect peace, whose mind is set on Him.

Open up the gates of thanksgiving, New Jerusalem!

Open up your gates; Dance before your King! Dance wholeheartedly.

For salvation's here! It's the jubilee year! It's the Lord's jubilee!

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It’s not fun to feel pain; to live with gnawing hurt.

But what we find in nature, is also true in you.

Wisdom adroitly goes against, what you thought you knew.

Take heed to God’s alert: ALL SUNSHINE MAKES THE DESSERT!

Our flimsy flesh doesn’t want the rain to keep us in.

It puts a dreary dismal damper on our self made plan.

.Life’s stormy seasons force His spring cleaning to begin.

We say, “I can’t take another drop!” Abba speaks, “You can”

So we cry and pout, then stomp our feet, till Father orders, “Hush,

Foolish child! Scan creation. The rain forest is most lush.

Now don’t complain. Better still, Rejoice, my daughter, my son,

When you feel a drop of rain fall on your silky shirt.

Seek shelter. Find solace in the final fecund outcome,

For once again I assert, ALL SUNSHINE MAKES THE DESSERT!”

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LOST AT TIMES IN FEELING CONDEMNATION 

 CAUGHT UP IN OUR  PITY AND DESPAIR.

FORGETTING THE HOLY ONE WHO BORE OUR STRIPES.

                CHRIST JESUS GAVE US HOLY GARMENTS TO WEAR.

SO LET'S LIFT UP THE HOLY ONE....................REMEMBER THE PRICE HE PAID,

A SACRIFICE GLADLY MADE.................... FOR YOU.

AND AS FOR ME., I WORSHIP YOU THANKFULLY,

FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE.......................... THIS I DO FOR YOU.