Poetry

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Bless whose trespass is forgiven,
Whose iniquities are covered;
A blanket falling from Heaven,
And righteousness is recovered.

Bless be against iniquity,
In whose spirit has no deceit;
His virtue in morality,
Tramples Satan under his feet.

Because when I had kept silent,
All my bones were wasting away;
My groaning had become violent,
Because I never did obey.

His hand had laid heavy on me;
My strength was completely dried up;
Because I was too blind to see,
Only the sand had filled my cup.

I had acknowledged my sin,
But dealt not with iniquity;
That has corrupted me within,
Guiding my immortality.

I confess my sins to the Lord,
And He forgave my transgression;
My faults and blunders not ignored,
Included in my confession.

Let all the godly offer prayer,
At a time when you may be found;
All repentance that you will share,
And hear the rushing water sound.

Rushing water of forgiveness,
Flood water for washing away;
Immersing you in blessedness,
Deliverance whence you went astray.

God will teach the way you should go,
Keeping an eye to counsel you;
Curbed with bridle and bit to show,
For guiding which way to pursue.

Many are sorrows of evil,
But love surrounds trust in the Lord;
Avoiding paths of the devil,
Proceed to let him be ignored.

Be glad in the Lord and rejoice,
All who are upright in your heart;
Shout for joy with a loud voice,
Righteously having a new start.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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