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At the time you will say,
I will praise You O Lord;
Confessing as You pray,
I have loved and adored.
For I have been enraged,
You turned anger away,
As comforting engaged,
So I trust and obey.
The Lord is my Savior,
And I am unafraid;
Looks on me with favor,
Always rendering aid.
For I am confident,
Because He is my strength;
To stay obedient,
Maintain at any length.
My well of salvation,
That will never run dry;
Quenching my foundation,
Praising the Lord Most High.
With joy I draw water,
From the salvation springs;
For my son and daughter,
For the blessing it brings.
At that time you will say,
Praise onto our Lord;
But since you disobey,
And you shall be ignored.
You still call on His name,
As you make your deeds known;
He hears not you proclaim,
On His heavenly throne.
You make song to praise God,
Of the wonderful things;
But because you are flawed,
The blessing it not brings.
Let all the earth be known,
Shout loudly and confess;
For the Lord to condone,
God will respond and bless.
C Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
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