Poetry

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Transgression speaks to the wicked,
Down deep in their corrupted heart;
Iniquities are addicted,
No fear of God will they impart.

He flatters himself with his eyes,
Iniquity cannot be found;
To another he will disguise,
His words will have an empty sound.

Those words are trouble and deceit,
Ceasing to act wisely and do good;
He devises mischief to cheat,
Rationale is not understood.

He sets himself what is not right,
For he will not reject evil;
He stays in darkness not in light,
Having dealings with the devil.

But the steadfast love of the Lord,
Extending out into Heaven;
His faithfulness is not ignored,
All the blessings He has given.

His righteousness like the mountains,
And judgements are like the great deep;
He satisfies thirst with fountains,
Watches over us as we sleep.

How precious is His steadfast love,
His children sheltered in His wings;
And shielding us from up above,
Such a tranquil comfort He brings.

They abundantly feast in His house,
Drinks from the river of delight;
Pleasures with others not their spouse,
That continue throughout the night.

But God is the fountain of life,
Within His light we shall see light;
Guiding us away from the strife,
With wisdom to give us insight.

His righteousness purifies heart,
As His steadfast love will fill them;
Any arrogance will depart,
Sparing His wrath which would condemn.

Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer

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