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NATIONS
Nations are being shaken,
Like old dusty mats,
Held tight by the corners,
And snap, snap, snapped.
Crisp and powerful,
Lifted clear off the map,
Time for a cleaning,
Strap, strap, strap.
Beware the urge,
To return to the lap,
Time to wake up,
From your nap, nap, nap.
Hand woven tapestries,
Saved from the scrap,
Where twisted fibers,
Are a trap, trap, trap.
Ancient carpets,
With a one-way knap,
There’s love and honor,
Across the gap, gap, gap.
The red, red, clay,
Is your ancestral tap,
But heaven’s light,
Is your sap, sap, sap.
Rattle your cages,
With a knowing rap,
Unlock the gates,
With a zap, zap, zap.
Grab your purse,
And grab your cap,
Your dancing shoes,
And your wrap, wrap, wrap.
Make your freedom,
And friends will clap,
Spread your wings,
With a flap, flap, flap.
Sheila Willar - August 2!, 20!!
Psalm 33:12 (KJV)
Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD
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