He had the goods
From neighbourhood
Of dust and stream and locusts.
His mother knew and he did too
The promise was among us.
The sinners taken trembling, shaken
The Axe laid to the tree.
And scores got wet
Baptisms to get
In upheaval souls set free.
No none could quell
The fires of revival.
As numbers came to see.
The remnant’s survival.
the voice unbribed, unaltered, unmistakable.
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