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I wait patiently for the Lord,
I know I will not be ignored;
He cares what will happen to me,
And ensures no harm come to be.
He turned towards me and heard my cry,
To the place finding where I lie;
Knowing that I was nearing death,
While hearing my fading breath.
I was pulled from an awful pit,
Rescued by the Holy Spirit;
Out from the mud and from the clay,
That I fell with going astray.
He set my feet on solid rock,
Where I could then easily walk;
And then made sure my steps secure,
Guided me back onto the door.
He placed a new song on my lips,
And I tasted from a few sips;
A song of praise to our God,
Worshipping to honor and laud.
Bless the person, who trusts the Lord,
And with being of one accord;
As he places his confidence,
Avoids showing his arrogance.
For God hates arrogant people,
And they are not very humble;
As well as being not too wise,
When they would rather follow lies.
The Lord does miraculous things,
And with wonderful plans He brings;
No one else could ever compare,
With the miracles He does share.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Waiting Discipline
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