Poetry

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I will teach transgressors,
And sinners to return;
Making them confessors,
Avoiding hell to burn.

Deliver me from the blood,
O God of salvation;
Immerse me in the flood,
As a new creation.

My tongue will sing aloud,
About Your righteousness;
Sounding above the cloud,
All that I will profess.

Open my lips for my tongue,
So I can sing Your praise;
Through the air they are flung,
Throughout all of my days.

For You will not delight,
Desired sacrifice;
Burnt offering that might,
Finding You to entice.

Sacrifices of God,
Are a broken spirit;
Sins that make someone flawed,
For corrupted merit.

But You will not despise,
The good for Your pleasure;
Opening our eyes,
When seeing Your treasure.

Do good unto Zion,
In building up the walls;
Stop the roaring lion,
When heard the trumpet calls.

For then You will delight,
In the right sacrifice;
Burnt offerings are right,
That are paying the price.

Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer

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