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I am but a worm,
Rather not a man;
Here for a short term,
For the Father’s plan.
Scorned by mankind,
Despised by others;
So many are blind,
Just a few brothers.
All who see mock me,
Laughs out from the lip;
Knows not what will be,
From poison they sip.
I trust in the Lord,
He will deliver;
Stays in one accord,
Who’s the forgiver.
I delight in Him,
Saw me in the womb;
Gave spiritual vim,
That lasts till the tomb.
At my mother’s breast,
I gave Him my trust;
Comforted to rest,
Avoiding all lust.
He had given birth,
From the womb I came;
Walking on the earth,
The Word to proclaim.
For He is not far,
For trouble is near;
Some wanting to scar,
My name they will smear.
Bulls encompass me,
Besetting me round;
Lips and tongues I see,
A tormenting sound.
Mouths are opened wide,
Like roaring lions;
As their insults chide,
Their anger tightens.
Water pours with blood,
My heart is like wax;
Melts to cause a flood,
Death has a climax.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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