Poetry

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I will praise the Lord at all times,
And will continually praise;
As I confess all of my crimes,
That I have done in my past days.

I will be boasting in the Lord,
Let the humble hear and be glad;
The oppressed be in one accord,
Rejoicing and no longer sad.

O magnify the Lord with me,
Let us praise His name together;
Open your eyes so you can see,
Exalting His name as we gather.

I sought the Lord and He heard me,
He delivered me from my fears;
From my sins He had set me free,
Wiping me dry of all my tears.

Those who looks to Him makes me glad,
As their faces are not ashamed;
His covenant is ironclad,
Through us it has to be proclaimed.

The oppressed man been crying out,
And the Lord has had heard the call;
Freeing the poor man of the doubt,
After the stumbling from the fall.

The angel of the Lord encamps,
Round about them that do revere;
Blocking the scoundrels and the vamps,
That mysteriously appear.

Taste and see that the Lord is good,
Blessing who are taking refuge;
Trusting in Him the way you should,
You will be blessed with a deluge.

Remain loyal unto the Lord,
Loyal followers who are saints;
Not letting His Word be ignored,
Following having no complaints.

Come young lions listen to me,
I will feed you fear of the Lord;
God will give you, insight to see,
For putting you in one accord.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer

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