Song 6.10 |Army

Who is she, loved by the King?
That looketh forth as the morning, 
Bright, hopeful, preventing the dawn.
Fair as the moon, 
Reflecting his light to a dark world.
Clear as the sun, 
Free from the shadow of sin.
And terrible as an army with banners?
Militant, marching through this vale.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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