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I am bitter today,
Nothing going my way;
I try hard to control,
The stirring of my soul.
If just once I might know,
Which way that I may go;
And where I may find God,
As to honor and laud.
So where does God might live,
In asking Him to forgive;
I can present my case,
Ask Him to shine His grace.
I am set to argue,
What is completely true;
Knowing what should be right,
That is within His sight.
I want to know the word,
Exactly what He heard;
For causing me this shame,
That I did not proclaim.
I want to understand,
What He just might demand;
The things that He might say,
To me throughout each day.
God just might press charges,
Finding it enlarges;
When the case goes to court,
And my defense support.
But the first place I start,
Is His Word in my heart;
Treasured the same as gold,
As the last days unfold.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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