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I kneel down as you bend low,

Our images weigh down;

As animals and beasts show,

And faces wearing a frown.

 

Image burdened and tired,

Together we will bend low;

Kneeling down is aspired,

To our God that we know.

 

We head toward captivity,

And unable to rescue;

Beyond our ability,

Impossible to construe.

 

Listen to me of your worth,

From the time you left the womb;

For being carried from birth,

Till when you enter the tomb.

 

Even when you become old,

The Lord will take care of you;

Even as gray hair is bold,

He will come to the rescue.

 

God made you and will support,

So, who can ever compare;

Is anyone would resort,

As much in showing they care.

 

Who does the Lord resembles,

So that He can be compared;

As every mountain trembles,

But the righteous would be spared.

 

Emptying a purse of gold,

To the silver on a scale;

The wealth that someone would hold,

Subs not for the Holy Grail.

 

Never bow down to worship,

You cannot serve two masters;

That could cause to develop,

A chaotic disaster.

 

Bear upon God and confess,

Take the yoke off your shoulders;

Surrender of your distress,

Carry not any boulders.

 

God brings His deliverance,

Not far when you trust Him first;

Humbled with a tolerance,

Fed when you hunger and thirst.



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