Tune: St Bees
('Hark my soul it is the Lord')
Psalm 52
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Why boast you man in mischief?
Trouble me, give no relief
The goodness of God endures
Continually, He ensures
Your tongue mischief does devise
They be foolish and unwise
Like a sharp razor do you
Work deceitfully anew
You love evil more than good
None can trust you, I ne'er would
You love lying more than right
Sinful ways are your delight
You love words that devour
Oppress, persecute each hour
God shall likewise you destroy
For ever, all your employ
He shall take you away for
He shall remove your place sure
Root out of land of living
Desolate in everything
The righteous shall see and fear
They shall laugh at him, he here
Did not make the Lord his strength
But strengthened himself at length
But I like a green olive
Tree am, in God's house I live
I trust in His mercy e'er
It shall depart from me ne'er
I will praise you Lord for e'er
For you did help to me share
And I on your name do wait
Before the saints it good, great
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2023 01:46
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7.7.7.7. format. when King David was betrayed to his enemies.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
A fine write Orchi. 😉
Thanks AP.
You talk'in to me?
Depends? You desolate? deceitful? You'll get no long answers from me! lol.
OK pal - do it your way........................................................... for now............................................😇!!!
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