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Preserve me, O God, my refuge, For in you do I put my trust; I am pelted with a deluge, From the desires of the lust. For You are my Lord and my God, I am no good apart from you; And persist to honor and laud, Knowing You are faithful and true. As for the saints dwell in this land, Are excellent whom I delight; They have been such a helping hand, While doing all that is right. The sorrows of those who may run, After other gods multiply; Believe not on what you have done, For as Your Word they will deny. You have chosen inheritance, Within my cup and hold my lot; Because I give my acceptance, As my Lord, You never forgot. The lines fall in pleasant places, And beautiful inheritance; I delight in Your embraces, That will allow me to advance. I bless You, O Lord for counsel, Instructing my heart in the night; Guarding me from all the turmoil, By giving me needed insight. I set You always before me, Because You are at my right hand; Your Word always gives dignity, Not moved by what people demand. You make known of my path of life, As my flesh also dwells secure; As You guide me avoiding strife, For the fulness that You adore. Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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