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Open your ears to hear my words,
Consider my inner most thought;
I look to You and Your standards,
To the problems that I have sought.
Pay attention unto my cry,
O almighty king and my God;
I want to know the reason why,
In finding myself getting flawed.
I want to keep remaining true,
But put other things ahead;
And give of all my love to You,
But it seems to divert instead.
In this morning please hear my voice,
In this morning I lay my needs;
So I wait and start to rejoice,
Till You have delivered the seeds.
I desire those seeds to grow,
Into something wholesome and good;
Something for certain that I know,
You take with pleasure as You should.
You not a god of wickedness,
Evil will never be Your guest;
Rather my God of blessedness,
I know since I was surely blest.
You hate all the troublemakers,
You destroy those telling the lies;
Those who are braggers and fakers,
Are the ones You greatly despise.
Lead me to Your righteousness Lord,
I want You to be pleased with me;
Let not my pleading be ignored,
I am as sincere as can be.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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