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Crisis Conceived

Date Written: November 10, 2017
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Have pity upon me, O Lord,

Let my soul take refuge in You;

Let not my request be ignored,

Help me be able to construe.

 

Please hide me underneath your wings,

Till the destructive storms pass by;

Because of the damage it brings,

Reason to call the God Most High.

 

The God who does so much for me,

He sends His help down from Heaven;

Opens my eyes so I can see,

Everything He has given.

 

God sends His mercy and His truth,

Disgraces the one who hassles;

Judgment falls on who is uncouth,

Rains fire upon their castles.

 

I am surrounded by lions,

And I must lie down with the beasts;

Circling around me widens,

As if they prepare for the feasts.

 

Though I am honored with a shield,

For they have not even come near;

Because the hand of God has yield,

Causing them to have a great fear.

 

He has been honored in Heaven,

Lets His glory cover the earth;

Because of what He has given,

We do not construe its true worth.

 

All my enemies have spread out,

As they have been laying a snare;

But they soon are having a doubt,

As the Lord responds to my prayer.

 

My heart is confident, O Lord,

I desire to sing and make song;

As I remain in one accord,

I know that nothing can go wrong.

 

I want to wake to a new dawn,

As Your truth has filled the skies;

Romp through grass like a new born fawn,

Free from the deceit and the lies.

 

Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer

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