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I will give thanks unto the Lord, Praising Him with all of my heart; Knowing that I am not ignored, In the prayers that I do impart. I will tell others of the things, The miracles that He has done; Because of the joy that it brings, Especially talking of the Son. I will always find so much joy, As well as be glad in the Lord; Through the music that I employ, Telling how much He is adored. When my enemies do retreat, They will stumble as they perish; Because the Lord will smite their feet, As their presence will then vanish. God has defended my just cause, As He sat down upon His throne; Even though there might be a pause, When asking for His help alone. For He sits down upon His throne, Knowing that He is just and fair; Because all the facts He has known, Even before I say in prayer. God has rebuked wicked nations, And eliminated their names; For causing some implications, On a righteous man who proclaims. God has uprooted their city, Lies in ruins memory fades; For His wrath will show no pity, Since some of them would play charades. The Lord is enthroned forever, He is set up His throne to judge; The decisions will not sever, Final verdicts He will not budge. The Lord alone will judge the world, With righteousness He judges fair; Because His wrath shall be hurled, Who have never confessed in prayer. C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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