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Bless those who are forgiven,
Erasing their transgression;
Blessings flowing from Heaven,
Admission through confession.
Blessings to someone to whom,
He counts no iniquity;
With no deceit to consume,
To defile dignity.
For while I kept silent,
My bones were wasting away;
Making me feel violent,
Tempting me to go astray.
His hand was heavy each day,
My strength dried up through the night;
As summer heat made me prey,
Conflicting me in my fight.
I admit my sin to God,
Exposing iniquity;
Confession of being flawed,
In need of civility.
I confess my transgression,
Asking the Lord to forgive;
Hoping that my confession,
A tranquil peace for to live.
Let all who are godly pray,
At a time when God is found;
As rushing waters shall say,
Having a refreshing sound.
The Lord is a hiding place,
Preserving me from trouble;
Deliverance of His grace,
Rescuing from the rubble.
The Lord will instruct and teach,
In the way that I should go;
He will counsel for to reach,
Follow His eye that will show.
I will be not like a horse,
Without the understanding;
But will continue on course,
How the Lord is commanding.
The wicked make much sorrow,
Their distrusting in the Lord;
But my gladness tomorrow,
With being in one accord.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Joy of Forgiveness
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