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O Lord, You have deceived me,
For You are stronger than I;
You have prevailed as to be,
Mocking me that makes me cry.
I became the laughingstock,
For whenever I cry out;
A deception when I talk,
The feeling of spreading doubt.
Violence and destruction,
Derision every day;
The Lord is an illusion,
With a wrath that will dismay.
I will not mention the Lord,
No longer to speak Your name;
Because so many ignored,
The warnings that I proclaim.
But there is within my heart,
Of a burning desire;
A fire in my bones to start,
Diligent to aspire.
I hear many whispering,
A fear from every side;
Their voices are angering,
Because Satan is their guide.
Perhaps that I was deceived,
But You will get Your revenge;
Because I always believed,
On me You would not avenge.
For I know You are with me,
My persecutors stumble;
Giving me insight to see,
For avoiding the rubble.
They will be greatly ashamed,
Because they will not succeed;
Dishonored what I proclaimed,
Because of their wicked deed.
You who will test the righteous,
And can see the heart and mind;
Vengeance upon their conscience,
To see if it is aligned.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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