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Blessed are those who disobey,
Because they are still forgiven;
Whose sin has been pardoned today?
From our Lord up in Heaven.
Blessed be the one whom the Lord,
No longer accuses of sin;
And who has no deceitful thought,
Where the wicked also have sought.
When I kept still my bones grew old,
They began to weaken through each day;
And my groaning as days unfold,
Feeling my body waste away.
Day and night I could feel His hand,
Lay heavily on top of me;
My strength shriveled from the demand,
In the summer humidity.
I made my sins known to the Lord,
I did not cover up my guilt;
Then He forgave and not ignored,
Letting my righteousness be built.
So let all godly people pray,
To the Lord when He maybe found;
Then flood waters will go away,
As God speaks and they hear His sound.
For the Lord is my hiding place,
He protects me from the trouble;
Songs of salvation shines His grace,
Surrounding me not to stumble.
The Lord will be instructing you,
And teach you the way you should go;
He will warn as His eyes see through,
On the problems that you should know.
Do not be stubborn like a mule,
Use bits and bridles to restrain;
Or He will use you as a stool,
As he will prepare to retrain.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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