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Preserve my soul O God,
For in thee I put my trust;
Cleanse me where I am flawed,
Help me avoid the lust.
Because You are my Lord,
I am bad without You;
And I cannot afford,
Not one day to construe.
For the saints in the land,
Are the excellent ones;
Obeying Your command,
In which none of them shuns.
Sorrows to those who run,
After another god;
Deception has been done,
Taste sacrificial blood.
The Lord is my chosen,
The portion of my cup;
That keeps me unfrozen,
For the warmth that I sup.
But the lines have fallen,
For me in nice places;
Where bees gather pollen,
For love that embraces.
Such an inheritance,
That the Lord holds for me;
Such an exorbitance,
Giving insight to see.
I bless the Lord who gives,
Me counsel for my heart;
Within me where He lives,
Each day with a new start.
He has not forsaken,
But always before me;
I will not be shaken,
By all that I will see.
Therefore, my heart is glad,
His glory I rejoice;
Hope avoids being sad,
As I sing with my voice.
Leaving You in control,
You gave the path of life;
Abandons not my soul,
Helps enduring the strife.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
Confidence in the LORD
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