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Thelma Atwater

He called eternal elements and shaped them with His hand

Then placed her spirit gently to inhabit all the land

He clothed her soul with beauty

Touched her surface with His love
And we look at her in wonder
Giving praise to God above

A heart of burning fire

A coat of rainbow hue
But dwelling here like parasites
Her spirit we'd subdue

Yet she shares with us probation

Knows trials, grief and pain
Endures the greatest torment
And feels the greatest shame

For they took her great Creator and hung Him on a tree
And as he gave up His life, she moaned in agony

She felt His new birth from the grave

Now waits for her reward
When He returns, no more to leave
Her Creator and her Lord

But we pollute her special places

Live in violence and reap dispair
The earth cries forth in anger
In pain she cannot bear

Then she waits in silent anguish

For the healing day of Grace
She holds His promise in her heart
And longs for His embrace

The sky will burn

The clouds will roll
Her glory He'll restore

He'll rule on here a thousand years

And bring Peace for evermore

See Moses 7: 48-

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