Tune: Dundee
('God moves in a mysterious way')
Psalm 57 part
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O God, be merciful to me
Look on my troubles, see
For my soul it does trust in you
Come to my help now, do
In shadow of your wings I hide
I there shall still abide
Until troubles be overpast
They not for ever last
I will cry unto God most high
He works for me, is nigh
Performs all things with good intent
has me salvation sent
He shall help from heaven, save me
From reproach, enemy
Shall not gain victory, I hold
To my Lord in His fold
God His mercy and truth shall send
And shall me sure defend
Even though my soul oppressed be
You shall deliver me
My heart is fixed, O God, I will
Sing and praise you here still
For your mercy great, and truth high
Exalted to the sky
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2023 01:53
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
Indeed Orchi 🤗
Thanks T. Oh, deliver me from evil - deliver me from KP? lol. Well, not evil, but trout-obsessed. lol.
Deliver you from all those things lol
sounds like you are trying to track a delivery ..
Thanks N. Yes - you guessed it, a delivery of botox for KP!
Fine as always Orchi
Thanks Jerry.
My inspiration for the day dear Orchi, thank you.
Thanks B. KP - the inspiration of my life - not! She hangs around like a bad....smell! lol.
Must have something to do with that trout, after a few days it has quite the aroma.
Oh lol, yes. Erm, suppose deliverance is no use if it's half-baked. It would be like - has postie delivered that letter or not?! He can't 'half-deliver' it. lol.
You are the best, my friend! You always cheer up my day.
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