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Turn your ear towards me O Lord,
I am oppressed and needy;
Please let me not be ignored,
You know I am not greedy.
Shield me for I am faithful,
Save your servant who trusts you;
I am not disrespectful,
Since I always remain true.
Be merciful unto me,
Please have pity on me, Lord;
I call out all day to see,
To remain in one accord.
O Lord, give me some joy,
I am lifting up my soul;
So Satan will not destroy,
With stopping me from my goal.
You are good and forgiving,
Full mercy to all who calls;
That helps me through my living,
Rescuing me in my falls.
Open your ears to my prayer,
Pay attention to my plea;
Have mercy with what I share,
With the sound insight to see.
When in trouble, I call out,
For I know you answer me;
Never giving me a doubt,
For responding to my plea.
There is not another god,
No one else can ever do;
For any other is fraud,
And are not considered true.
All the nations that you made,
Will bow down in your presence;
And I will not be afraid;
Giving honor in essence.
A great miracle doer,
For You alone are my God;
And such a great pursuer,
The reason I honor and laud.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
Mayday!
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