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O God, thou art my God,
Earnestly will I seek;
For I honor and laud,
I am humble and weak.
A dry and weary land,
At the light of dawn I search;
I find such a demand,
When I am not in church.
O God, You are my God,
As my soul thirsts for You;
I have been scarred and flawed,
Make me pure to be true.
So I look for Your grace,
Your glory and power;
Within Your holy place,
Visiting this hour.
For my lips will give praise,
And flowing off my tongue;
Through my voice I will raise,
With each breath from my lung.
For Your mercy and grace,
Is better than my life;
For feeling Your embrace,
Helps to endure the strife.
So I will give you cheers,
For as long as I live;
Because You dry my tears,
Through the grace that You give.
I will lift up my hands,
As I pray in Your name;
Obeying Your commands,
To others I proclaim.
As I lie on my bed,
Thinking what You have done;
Rather than wrath instead,
You sacrificed Your Son.
Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Weight of the World
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