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I will honor You, O Lord,
And remain in one accord;
Since You pulled me out of the pit,
With sending Your Holy Spirit.
As I lift up my praising voice,
You have not let my foes rejoice;
In fact You have made them afraid,
While You are rendering me aid.
O Lord my God there was no doubt,
In needing help as I cried out;
Able to heal me from my ills,
Without need to take any pills.
O Lord I have proof that you save,
You have rescued me from the grave;
Through all of the toils and strife,
You called and brought me back to life.
But many will not inherit,
And have not been saved from the pit;
For the lack of faith and belief,
From agony have no relief.
Make music for praising the Lord,
Showing how much He is adored;
You faithful who belong to Him,
Sing joyful songs rather than grim.
Remember Him by giving thanks,
On the shore or the riverbanks;
His anger lasts just a moment,
For when giving admonishment.
But no involvement in crime,
His favor will last a lifetime;
Weeping just might last through the night,
But turns to joy by morning light.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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