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Hear O Lord as I cry, And have pity on me; Anxiety I sigh, For why I cannot see. Answer me as I said, Please O Lord, seek my face; For in my heart instead, I am seeking Your grace. O Lord, I seek Your face, Hide not Your face from me; I look for Your embrace, And insight for to see. Do not turn me away, For You have been my aids; As I trust and obey, So I am not afraid. Do not abandon me, For You are my Savior; Mold me and hear my plea, Look on me with favor. Though if my mom and dad, Abandon me when young; I would not be as sad, As the song I have sung. If my Lord did not care, And had showed me His wrath; No longer would He share, By leading down His path. Lead me down the right path, For my foes love to spy; I fear their aftermath, Not seeing eye to eye. They witness against me, And breathe out violence; Foresight that I can see, Speaking of fraudulence. My faith in the goodness, That lives within the Lord; Gives me hope that could bless, Which is its own reward. Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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