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The Lord has abandoned me, Since He seems to have ignored; My prayer to earnestly plea, For time I cannot afford. Can a woman just forget, Of the child from her womb; Or would she then start to fret, For the child in a tomb. God still remembering all, Engraved my name in His hand; Picking me up when I fall, That I am straight as I stand. His children will hurry back, Those destroyed will be decayed; Beaten for what they did lack, And because they disobeyed. Look up, look around and see, All His children have returned; Doing things as it should be, Obedient as they learned. For the Lord swears as He lives, They will wear them all like jewels; For the victory He gives, The wisdom to beat the fools. Even though they are destroyed, And their land is in ruins; It is crowded where deployed, The foe has paid for their sins. The children taken will say, It is too crowded for me; Please make room so we can stay, And then happier to be. Then question, who fathered them, Exiled and rejected; God remembers to condemn, Someone who has neglected. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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