Psalm-89 (Original)
W Walterrean Salley
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The hammer of God's divine will
Pounds, pounds, and pounds still,
Breaking to pieces
A stubborn boulder
Until the crude rock becomes dust
That scatters at his mild breath.
And to his delight,
A precious stone
Both, new and lovely,
And refined, is unveiled.
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