Poetry

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Remember in David’s favor,
All the hardships that he endured;
But You, O Lord, had not ignored
All the afflictions that out-poured.

How he swore to You and had vowed,
Unto You as the Mighty One;
Looking up I had seen a cloud,
That started to cover the sun.

I won’t enter into my house,
Nor will I get into my bed;
The tabernacle where my spouse,
Has gone to where my Savior bled.

I will not give sleep to my eyes,
Nor will slumber to my eyelids;
As the tears flowing as my cries,
Of the sorrow that it forbids.

Until I find a place for You,
Dwelling place for the Almighty;
I will continue to pursue,
Cleansing all my iniquity.

I found in the fields of a wood,
For constructing a dwelling place;
To worship You perfectly could,
At Your footstool blessing your grace.

Copyright © 2025 Richard Newton Sherrer

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