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O God, my Lord, For my name sake; Your Love adored, That I partake. Deliver me, I am in need; Too poor to see, How to succeed. My stricken heart, Like a shadow; Shaken from start, Mind too shallow. My knees are weak, Body fasting; I come to seek, Everlasting. Object of scorn, From accusers; Where I sojourn, By pursuers. Help me, O Lord, Save by Your grace; Your love afford, With sweet embrace. Please let me know, This is Your hand; Able to show, Of Your command. Let them be cursed, That You will bless; To be their worst, What they profess. Put them to shame, I will be glad; What they proclaim, Evil they had. Clothe them with shame, Wrapped in a cloak; To douse their flame, By what you spoke. Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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