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Come, King of Glory!

Gold miners
and settlers -
all came
to stake
a claim
to own
and farm
and mine
what’s "mine".

In every place
we changed
the face
of native beauty
to make room
for ordered life
and home.

"Be fruitful
and multiply!
Fill the earth
and subdue it!"
we were told.

Now fallen
we seek to tear
from God
what is rightly his,
and arrogant
we take
and live
by rules
we make.

Come,
King of glory!
Reclaim
your own!


© Peter J Blackburn 2003
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