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Fret not thyself of foes,
What one does or where goes;
Neither be against them,
Or still try to condemn.
They shall be soon cut down,
Turning smile to frown;
They whither like the seeds,
That land on rocks and weeds.
Trust the Lord for good things,
Praise Him for what He brings;
Be faithful as you live,
And He knows your motive.
Be happy with the Lord,
Ensuring one accord;
He gives your desires,
Whatever requires.
Then go entrust your ways,
With Him throughout your days;
He makes righteousness shine,
Tasting like sparkling wine.
Surrender to the Lord,
Let it not be ignored;
Wait patiently for Him,
Always glad never grim.
Be preoccupied not,
With evil that you sought;
Let go of the anger,
Before it is vulgar.
Leave any rage behind,
It only makes you blind;
Make peace throughout the land,
Hate causes sinking sand.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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