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I will love the Lord, For He heard my cry; My pleas not ignored, That caused me to sigh. He inclined His ear, As long as I live; Knowing He is near, Willing to forgive. The sorrows of death, Has encompassed me; As Sheol takes my breath, That I cannot flee. I suffered distress, Found troubled anguish; Putting in duress, Making me languish. I pray to the Lord, Deliver my soul; Help me to afford, Embrace to console. Gracious is the Lord, Merciful is God; Is loved and adored, To honor and laud. When I was brought low, He preserves the plain; Making blessings flow, And eases my pain. Return to my rest, For the Lord has dealt; Bountifully best, To where I have dwelt. He rescued from death, And my eyes from tears; Restoring my breath, And calming my fears. I walk for the Lord, Where I am living; And in one accord, Who is forgiving. Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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