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In order to make known,
Of all your mighty deeds;
The Lord has to condone,
What your heart and mind feeds.
The glorious honor,
Upon His empire;
If you are a goner,
Or as an admirer.
It is everlasting,
Through all generations;
That is flabbergasting,
With such inspirations.
The Lord will support all,
As He straightens your back;
Pick you up when you fall,
Providing what you lack.
All creatures look to you,
Domestic and wild;
Providing what is due,
Being tender and mild.
For there is not a crime,
When you open your hands;
Feeding at the right time,
Then listen to commands.
Satisfy desire,
Every living thing;
They will admire,
With affection they bring.
The Lord is fair always,
Faithful in all that He makes;
He is near when one prays,
But when angered He takes.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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