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Let my cry come before the Lord,
For understanding of His Word;
So I can be in one accord,
In every verse that I have heard.
Let my plea come before the Lord,
To deliver me as per His Word;
Not letting my quest be ignored,
From my ill that I can be cured.
My lips will pour forth with my praise,
If I am taught in His precepts;
While worshipping all my days,
And establishing His concepts.
My tongue will sing onto His Word,
For all His commandments are right;
The truth of all that has occurred,
By bringing His wisdom to light.
His hand is prepared to help me,
Because I have chosen His Law;
Giving me the insight to see,
Preventing in getting a flaw.
I have longed for His salvation,
For His precepts are a delight;
And building up my foundation,
Enabled to do what is right.
I praise to let my soul to live,
As His rules have been assisting;
Justified that always forgive,
When temptation is persisting.
Like a lost sheep, I went astray,
His commandments I not forget;
Disciplining as to obey,
Confession for paying my debt.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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