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I wash my hands in innocence,
For going around the altar;
Continue my obedience,
Proceed in writing a psalter.
I proclaim thanksgiving aloud,
In telling of His wondrous deeds;
Praises to God that has endowed,
Glorification that exceeds.
I love occupying His house,
In the place where His glory dwells;
A blessing for me and my spouse,
The expectation that excels.
My soul gathers not with sinners,
Nor my life with bloodthirsty men;
Rather righteously with winners,
And far away from Satan’s den.
Those hands are evil devices,
And whose right hands are full of bribes;
While the darkness entices,
The pleasure of immoral vibes.
I shall walk with integrity,
So that God is gracious to me;
In having spiritual dignity,
That others are able to see.
My foot standing on level ground,
A firm place in congregations;
Blessing the Lord in joyous sound,
Inspired with aspirations.
Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer
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