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There is an inspired truth,
About a wicked person;
It dates back far in my youth,
That use to cause me to run.
He had rebellion inside,
Within the depths of his heart;
And never would he abide,
The Word of God to impart.
He flatters himself alone,
And does not have any hate;
As his heart hardens like stone,
All times he cannot wait.
The words hearing from his lips,
All trouble and deceptive;
Poison in his cup he sips,
Causes evil to live.
He stopped doing what is good,
No longer does what is wise;
He does not know what he should,
That pleases God in His eyes.
He invents trouble in bed,
And goes the wrong direction;
Thinks of wicked ways instead,
Just for his satisfaction.
He does not reject evil,
And welcomes with open arms;
Always space for the devil,
Not seeing any alarms.
O Lord, may your mercy reach,
To save this man and his soul;
Show me ways for me to teach,
How to worship and extol.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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