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Redemptive MercyI know that I strayed from Your path, But please pardon me from Your wrath; Do not punish or discipline, For the iniquity and sin. Your hand has struck me down real hard, Fire so hot that my skin feels charred; No healthy spot left from Your rage, Since You have locked me in a cage. There is no peace within my bones, Because my sin causes my moans; My guilt is like a heavy load, And carried on a bumpy road. This is much more than I can bear, From all of the wounds that I wear; And having such a rotten smell, Nearly as if I came from hell. They fester from stupidity, Growing from the iniquity; Causing me to bend very low, From the weight that is from my woe. O Lord God please forsake me not, Your forgiveness that I have sought; Please help me through tribulation, To show mercy with salvation. Copyright © 2009 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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