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Give ear to my prayer, Hide not You from me; Listen what I share, To You in my plea. Attend and hear me, Wrestle with complaint; O Lord, can’t you see, My moans with restraint. The noise from my foes, Oppressing evil; As the trouble flows, Works for the devil. I am in anguish, The terror of death; So much to languish, Takes away my breath. I tremble with fear, Horrors overwhelm; O Lord please be near, As you take the helm. If I had the wings, I could fly away; With the rest it brings, No worry each day. I wander far off Stay in wilderness; Where life is not tough, Feel Your blessedness. I rush to escape, Find shelter from storm; With a shield to drape, For keeping me warm. O Lord please destroy, Dividing the tongue; Strife that they employ, Vulgarity flung. Day and night, they go, Outside of my walls; Mischief that they know, Mockery that calls. Oppression and fraud, Remain on the street; So much we need God, Stomp them with Your feet. Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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