The King


United States
33° 58' 51.7224" N, 117° 53' 23.0892" W

My King has come,
He is a wilderness that cannot be tamed.
Satan thought he can play these games,
But the Father roars and shakes His mane,
and Sin is gone, it has been defeated.
Summer is finally here, so let there not be any fear.
He's finally here,
The King of all, for He has returned,
Ruling over the stones that bound the earth.


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