Please preserve me, O God,
I take refuge in you;
For I honor and laud,
With each of my days through.
Because You are my Lord,
No good being apart;
You are loved and adored,
With my entire heart.
In You I put my trust,
For You are my delight;
With knowing You are just,
Judgement is sound and right.
For the saints in the lands,
They are excellent men;
Teaching all Your commands,
As written way back then.
Sorrows to those who run,
After another god;
Thinking that it is fun,
For worshipping a fraud.
Blood offerings they drink,
Pouring out on their lips;
Not taking time to think,
The poison from those sips.
The Lord chose a portion,
Of my inheritance;
As clear no distortion,
Showing of my importance.
The lines fall unto me,
In some pleasant places;
The heritage to see,
That my past erases.
I bless God who counsels,
As my heart instructs me;
For confession cancels,
All the iniquity.
You forsake not my soul,
Your right hand holds treasures;
I leave You in control,
For eternal pleasures.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
