Poetry

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Loudly I cried unto the Lord,
I cried with my voice unto God;
So that I would not be ignored,
Knowing that His ears were not flawed.

On that day I was in trouble,
So I went to the Lord for aid;
And dig me out of the rubble,
Since I had become so afraid.

Over night, I stretched out my hands,
In prayer without growing tired;
Being overwhelmed by demands,
From work caused me to be fired.

Yet my soul has refused to be,
Comforted by another one;
Because I was too blind to see,
My faith in the Father and Son.

I sigh in remembering God,
But beginning to lose my hope;
Thinking how to honor and laud,
Which enabled me how to cope.

I am upset I cannot speak,
Considering the days of old;
More freely enabled to seek,
When trouble happened to unfold.

I remember singing at night,
As a way to reflect on it;
It could have been an oversight,
Contacting the Holy Spirit.

My spirit searches for answers,
Will the Lord reject all the time;
Or cause death from any cancers,
Because in the past any crime.

Will the Lord ever accept me?
Exactly the way that I am;
I only wish to be guilt free,
Become His precious little lamb.

Did God forget to be gracious?
Forgotten to be merciful;
But knowing He can be jealous,
If we are not so dutiful.

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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