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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #2212464
His arm is not shortened, that it cannot save, From sin, sickness and death
He Who Sits In The Heavens And Laughs

While leaders are so angry,
Wasting time with futile plans,
Plotting against God and good.
They keep pushing their demands.

The angels wage battles unseen,
Against dark principalities.
There’s harbor, calm, and quiet peace,
Beside The God Who Sees.

He Who Sits In the Heavens and Laughs,
Says, There’s no need to fear.
You bring me the burdens, It becomes my task,
Relax, and just draw near

His arm is not shortened, that it cannot save,
From sin, sickness and death
His only Son has power over the grave,
So, there’s no need to stress

He loves to manifest Himself strong
For His Glory on our behalf
He presides over us with song
While He sits in the Heaven and Laughs

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