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I waited patiently for the Lord,
He heard my cry, inclined to me;
I am glad He had not ignored,
And offering to hear my plea.
He drew me up out of the pit,
Of destruction out of the bog;
Upon the rock where I could sit,
Comforted with His dialogue.
He put a new song in my heart,
A song of praise to our God;
A new song that I could impart,
To praise as I honor and laud.
So many will see as they fear,
As they put their trust in the Lord;
For He is the God to revere,
While being in one accord.
Bless be the man who puts his trust,
In the Lord and avoiding pride;
Not being tempted by the lust,
That would linger down deep inside.
Someone who averts telling lies,
To cause others to go astray;
Rather using wisdom that cries,
To honor the Lord and obey.
My Lord and God has multiplied,
All of His thoughts in wondrous deeds;
His plan towards us has been applied,
For catering of our needs.
Nothing is able to compare,
To our Lord as I proclaim;
Everything that He will share,
That is why I honor His name.
In sacrifice and offering,
The Lord has been such a delight;
In my praise I constantly sing,
To be a blessing in His sight.
I have not hidden in my heart,
The faithfulness that I will speak;
And of the steadfast love that art,
For the salvation that I seek.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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