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Please do not punish me, In your anger O Lord; I am wanting to be, With You in one accord. Spare me Your discipline, Do not go in a rage; I confess I did sin, Knowing death is its wage. Please have pity on me, For I am very weak; I wish that I could see, Compassion that I seek. Heal me for my bones shake, And I tremble in fear; I wish You not forsake, Embrace me while near. My soul has been shaken, So scared out of my wits; Fright has overtaken, For sin that one commits. Rescue me with Your grace, Sin has made me a slave; Save me with Your embrace, From the eternal grave. No one will remember, After death in the grave; Like ash from an ember, Gone if You not forgave. I have become worn out, As my eyes flood my bed; Soaked in grief from much doubt, For the dawning I dread. But You do hear my plea, In accepting my prayer; For Your mercy I see, Shows me that you do care. Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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