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I will honor the Lord highly,
For He has pulled me from the pit;
Worshipping Him divinely,
For the results of His merit.
Let not my foes try to rejoice,
So I call to the Lord for aid;
Then I prayed lifting up my voice,
He told me not to be afraid.
The Lord brought me up from the grave,
And was bringing me back to life;
Not deserving for as a slave,
I am worthy of all the strife.
Make music for praising the Lord,
You faithful people who belong;
Show that He is loved and adored,
Praise Him with both your words and song.
His anger lasts just a moment,
But His favor lasts a lifetime;
For His wrath will remain dormant,
Upon committing of the crime.
Weeping may last throughout the night,
While the Lord goes in mourning;
Until the new day is in sight,
With songs of joy in the morning.
Then all things will be well with me,
Knowing I will not be shaken;
For the things that I cannot see,
That is causing me to awaken.
God has made my mountain stand firm,
No longer having to feel fear;
Since the quake is only short term,
And I know that the Lord is near.
But I cry out unto the Lord,
Pleading for His mercy and grace;
The blood shedding is not ignored,
For His truth will always embrace.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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