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To Your servant recall Your word,
In which You are giving me hope;
Your ears are able to be heard,
For persevering the stress to cope.
My comfort in my affliction,
That Your promise has given life;
Has quickened me from addiction,
That has been causing so much strife.
The insolent utterly deride.
The pride have had me so greatly;
But I turn not away to abide,
The desire to be stately.
When I think of Your rules of old,
I have comfort in You, O Lord;
Abiding in what you have told,
Show that I have loved and adored.
Horror has taken hold of me,
Because evil forsakes the Law;
Outrage seizes blinding to see,
Allows the wicked make you flaw.
Your statutes have been making song,
In the house of my sojourning;
You have made my pilgrimage strong,
As my precepts keeps me learning.
I remember Your name at night,
While I am keeping Your Law;
They continue giving insight,
Expanding of things that I saw.
This blessing has fallen to me,
For I am keeping Your precepts;
This I had that has kept me free,
And accepting all Your concepts.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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