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Blessed are those who are concerned,
For all of the helpless people;
Have been taught but never learned,
The preaching within the temple.
The Lord rescues in troubled times,
The Lord protects to keep alive;
Forgiveness for all your crimes,
Renders aid to help you survive.
He will be blest throughout the land,
Placing no mercy for His foes;
He will pull you from sinking sand,
Restoring health when sickness flows.
The Lord will take pity on you,
Heal your soul because you have sinned;
If your confession has been true,
Be spiritually disciplined.
My foes will say terrible things,
Insults about when I will die;
Slandering that feeling hurt brings
Fabricating fake news to lie.
When one of them is visiting,
He is just speaking foolishly;
Words have a tendency to sting,
Knowing they have stupidity.
Everyone that hated me,
Whispers about me to gossip;
Thinking evil things that they see,
Devilish disease on their lip.
They would never leave my sickbed,
Wanting to torment and lament;
Until they would know I was dead,
Satisfaction being discontent.
The Lord will take pity on you,
Raising you up to pay them back;
With understanding to construe,
Building confidence that you lack.
God defends your integrity,
For He has become very pleased;
Thank God through all eternity,
Immunized from being diseased.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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