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Look at my misery,
Can You please rescue me?
So weak and jittery,
O my Lord, can You see?
All of this affliction,
And I never forgot;
Of Your benediction,
With all that I was taught.
Plead my case and my cause,
Give me new life as said;
I live by all Your laws,
I followed where you led.
There is no foundation,
For the wicked people;
Having no salvation,
No faith in the Gospel.
They have a lot of flaws,
And seek not Your statutes;
No searching of Your laws,
Fills mind with what pollutes.
Your acts of compassion,
Are many in number;
In a new life fashion,
That do not encumber.
Many persecutors,
As well as opponents;
Also are polluters,
Deaf to Your ordinance.
I have seen the traitors,
And filled with disgust;
They shun mediators,
Their actions are unjust.
I beheld the faithless,
But merely had to grieve;
Impossible to bless,
Since they do not believe.
Only truth in Your Word,
And without any doubt;
To believe what I heard,
Your Word I will live out.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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