Poetry

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As a dear longs for flowing streams,
So does my soul longs for the Lord;
Just like the sun light sends its beams,
That warmth of love not be ignored.

My soul thirsts for the living God,
When may I come to see His face?
For I want to honor and laud,
Feeling my soul touched by His grace.

My tears are my food day and night,
Nourishing me through time of prayer;
Filling me with heavenly sight,
Showing me how much He does care.

I will remember all these things,
While I pour out of my soul;
And as I walk with Him it brings,
Much deeper under His control.

He will lead me into His house,
With singing songs of thanksgiving;
Being humbled as a church mouse,
Owing so much with me living.

Why are you tired and restless?
Put your trust and hope in the Lord;
For I still praise as I confess,
And never let Him be ignored.

He is my Savior and my God,
My soul is never discouraged;
Because I know He is no fraud,
Has inspired and encouraged.

The deep sea calls another wave,
At the roar of His waterspouts;
Some may fear a watery grave,
While others in causing doubts.

The Lord commands mercy all day,
And His music throughout the night;
Praying to help me to obey,
Providing favor in His sight.

The Lord is with me as I walk,
He has not forgotten of me;
I will never mourn as I talk,
Because my faith helps me to see.

Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer

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