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
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