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Remember the Word God gave me,
To focus my eyes as to see;
Because through it He gave me hope,
So I was then able to cope.
It seems like such a mystery,
How it comforts in misery;
For even through the midst of strife,
His promise gave me a new life.
Arrogant people have mocked me,
For they are unable to see;
Yet I have never turned away,
From His teachings and will not stray.
I remember them from long ago.
And have found comfort as they flow;
His regulations tell so much,
How He cares and His gentle touch.
I am burning with such a rage,
Like a tiger in a locked cage;
Since wicked people abandon,
His teachings that they are beholden.
His laws have become like a song,
Reminiscence where I belong;
But a foreigner in His place,
That He will still be shedding grace.
At night I remember His name,
And keep His teachings to proclaim;
As I repeat every Word,
Ensuring that all have been heard.
I remember both day and night,
Authentic Words filled with His light;
Ensuring not to get a flaw,
By observing every Law.
Because I have kept His precepts,
I have marveled in His concepts;
In the house of my pilgrimage,
As He gives me His knowledge..
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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