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Open Your ears to what I pray,
Consider my innermost thought;
Listen, O Lord to what I say,
And the direction my heart sought.
Pay attention unto my cry,
Because I only pray to You;
Since I have been wondering why,
Politicians cannot tell true.
In the morning, Lord hear my voice,
I lay my vote in front of You;
Although knowing it is my choice,
I am confused on what to do.
I lay my ballot and I wait,
While I play this guessing game;
And be able to seal the fate,
Which candidate should I proclaim?
Are you a God who takes pleasure?
Of a ruler filled with deceit;
While hoarding all the treasure,
And not understanding defeat.
Those who brag stand not in Your sight,
Since you hate all troublemakers;
They are like a pandemic plight,
Infesting the earth as fakers.
Please lead me in Your righteousness,
Because of those who spy on me;
Calm my fear and my cautiousness,
With wisdom and insight to see.
For destruction comes from their heart,
As they flatter with lips and tongue;
Only the lies do they impart,
Deceptive songs are what is sung.
You destroy those who will tell lies,
With any deceitful people;
As cutthroat serpents in disguise,
That believe not in the Gospel.
But I enter the polling place,
As I will make my decision;
Because of Your mercy and grace,
For the person with Your vision.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Morning Meditation
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