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Shepherd your people with your rod, The flock of your inheritance; Remembering who is your God, Go to Him with your penitence. In the days when you had come out, He will show you marvelous things; That will make you shed any doubt, About what is good that He brings. The nations see and are ashamed, They shall lay their hands at the sight; Because what the Lord has proclaimed, Their deaf ears about what is right. They shall lick the dust like a snake, Like crawling things upon the earth; Their strongholds tremble at the quake, They shall have fear without their mirth. Who would be a God like you, Pardoning your iniquity; Passing transgression what is due, Delight in love and charity. He will again have compassion, Treading transgressions underfoot; Comforting you from depression, In the sea, your sins catapult. Show faithfulness and steadfast love, Sworn to fathers in days of old; Letting blessings flow from above, And the plan of God to unfold. Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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