Poetry

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O God, You are my God,
My soul thirsting for You;
My flesh faints as I laud,
For water I pursue.

I have looked upon You,
Beholding Your power;
Your glory I construe,
My love not to sour.

Because Your steadfast love,
Is much better than life;
The endurance thereof,
Helps me cope through the strife.

For my lips will praise You,
Bless as long as I live;
Because Your Word is true,
Showing grace to forgive.

I will lift up my hands,
For my soul satisfied;
Praise You and Your commands,
And proceed to abide.

I think of You in bed,
Meditate through the night;
Through Your Scriptures I read,
Reflecting from Your light.

For You have been my aid,
Sheltered under Your wings,
So I am not afraid,
Of which Your shadow brings.

My soul clings unto You,
Your right hand upholds me;
Feeling myself renew,
As my soul follows thee.

Those who seek to destroy,
Shall find themselves down deep;
You are sure to deploy,
Not to wake from their sleep.

They shall fall by the sword,
Withdrawn by the devil;
Condemned by You, O Lord,
Judgment for their evil.

The king shall feel gladness,
As all who swear by You;
Rid themselves of sadness,
Bidding evil adieu.

Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer

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