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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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