Poetry

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O Lord remember me,
Mold me as I should be;
For I am only clay,
Form me so I obey.

Do not take me away,
Forgive me that I stray;
For I hold so much grief,
Because of my belief.

Since your words have been found,
They have a joyous sound;
So I want to proclaim,
Your everlasting name.

Your words are a delight,
To my heart in feeling right;
And can never feel shame,
Wanting to call Your name.

Please listen to my plea,
Those who persecute me;
And take revenge on them,
Send someplace to condemn.

So this is all I ask,
Helping me with this task;
Rid me who done me wrong,
So it does not prolong.


Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer

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