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Lord, don’t punish me in Your anger,
Heal my broken body, have pity on me.
My bones are weary, everything aches,
When will You help? How long will it be?
Please show Your perfect love,
Lord come and rescue me.
I can no longer praise You, if I die,
Show Your mercy and set me free.
Now grief has taken hold,
My pain has worn me out.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
Because my enemies are all about.
Now You’ve heard my cries for help,
And my cries for mercy too.
My enemies will run away,
Disgraced, they won’t know what to do.
© Doug McVicar – 14th January 2009
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