12/24/2009

My version Psalm o6

No punishment I can bear
nor anger Lord, for I fear
take pity on this your weak one.

Anguish fills my soul
How long? You wont hear in Sheol
I will remember none.

I tire of tears I shed
with them I flood my bed
my foes, all should run

You hear my sounds of grief
I'm heard, in my belief
I am not undone.

Now terror grips their hearts
Run, run with fits and starts
fall back or face the Son.

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