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Remember my afflictions, As well as my wanderings; That comes from my addictions, Are causing such sufferings. The gall of my misery, As my soul still remembers; Still remains a mystery, About the burning embers. Burning embers within me, Bowed down in being humbled; Opens up my eyes to see, No longer have I stumbled. This I recall in my mind, And therefore I will have hope; Be spiritually aligned, So I am able to cope. The steadfast love of the Lord, Never ceases with His mercy; His mercies that will afford, Is more immense than the sea. His mercies never to end, His compassion will fail not; Always ready to defend, To assist when you have sought. They are new every morning, Being great in faithfulness; Alerting with a warning, We respond with gratefulness. For the Lord is my portion, Therefore I will hope in Him; Never given distortion, He never makes me feel grim. God is good for those who wait, To the soul who will seek Him; Because He will seal my fate, Giving me spiritual vim. Be sure to wait quietly, For salvation from the Lord; With living intimately, And being in one accord. Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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