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Have pity upon me, O Lord,
Let my soul take refuge in You;
Let not my request be ignored,
Help me be able to construe.
Please hide me underneath your wings,
Till the destructive storms pass by;
Because of the damage it brings,
Reason to call the God Most High.
The God who does so much for me,
He sends His help down from Heaven;
Opens my eyes so I can see,
Everything He has given.
God sends His mercy and His truth,
Disgraces the one who hassles;
Judgment falls on who is uncouth,
Rains fire upon their castles.
I am surrounded by lions,
And I must lie down with the beasts;
Circling around me widens,
As if they prepare for the feasts.
Though I am honored with a shield,
For they have not even come near;
Because the hand of God has yield,
Causing them to have a great fear.
He has been honored in Heaven,
Lets His glory cover the earth;
Because of what He has given,
We do not construe its true worth.
All my enemies have spread out,
As they have been laying a snare;
But they soon are having a doubt,
As the Lord responds to my prayer.
My heart is confident, O Lord,
I desire to sing and make song;
As I remain in one accord,
I know that nothing can go wrong.
I want to wake to a new dawn,
As Your truth has filled the skies;
Romp through grass like a new born fawn,
Free from the deceit and the lies.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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