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Bless those whose transgression,
Their sin is forgiven;
To God made confession,
Showed pathway to Heaven.
Bless the man whom the Lord,
Counts no iniquity;
All past sins are ignored,
Cleansing impurity.
Bless all those whose spirit,
And having no deceit;
Has had gracious merit,
No longer has conceit.
For when I kept silent,
My bones wasted away;
With a pain so violent,
I felt every day.
For day and night His hand,
Was heavy upon me;
Such a thirst I demand,
To break iniquity.
I acknowledge my sin,
Iniquities to God;
As corrupted within,
That has made me so flawed.
All my sin I confess,
To the Lord to forgive;
All that I did transgress,
Freeing my guilt to live.
Let all who is divine,
Offer prayer at a time;
They always stay align,
Never committing crime.
God is a hiding place,
Preserving from trouble;
Offering of His grace,
Rescuing from rubble.
So be glad in the Lord,
All you upright in heart;
Remain in one accord,
Keep His Word to impart.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Joy of Forgiveness
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