Forgotten Ground Regained

O Lord, I Call! (After Psalm 5)

I wrote this poem as part of a sequence of alliterative takes on some of the individual Psalms (Psalms 1-8) that I wrote between 1997 and 2000.
O Lord, I call! Please listen to my cry! Consider well the words my soul Pours forth.
Lord God! When day begins to break I rise, Direct my prayer to pass the dawn, Look up,
Bow down: For evil has no value in Your eyes, And runs from the rumor of Your voice. I rise,
Trust You, To banish boasting, violence, lies, And drive out darkness from before Your face. O Lord of Light,
God's House Is my pure and perfect goal: It is good To enter in and bow before Your great Name, whose mercies multiply On me.
Lord lead Me down Your perfect path. In your power Open up the road to right, Give me strength to serve my God With joy.
Their joys Are lying lips: heaven to their hearts Is trouble, swift destruction on the head they hate. They smile, I see fangs, forked tongues, Past that
An open tomb. So bury them, betray them! May heir own intrigues Condemn them -- even damn them -- to the doom they wished To bring!
May we sing To see salvation as a gift from God! God our rescue, God our refuge, God our life who makes us glad! Lord God,
Your love Surrounds the rightous: They stand concealed Within Your favor whom Your blessings shield.
Copyright © Paul D Deane, 1999
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