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This orb is not spinning
around or
on and on.
In truth, it is winding
down.
It is a drunk
stumbling beneath
the heavy weight
of its rebellion
against God.
And from the gutter
it will not taste again
the hair of the dog.
And yet, the Christ
on a white horse rides,
charging up old Calvary
to stick the flag
of victory.
From canter to gallop,
then a tall rearing up,
His will is His Son's
And His kingdom
still comes.
Isaiah 24:20
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