Psalm
16: Inheritance
Amos Wilson (August 24,
2014)
Protect
me, Lord my God,
For
refuge I proceed,
“You
are my Master,” says my soul,
Your
goodness none exceeds.
Concerning,
then, your saints,
The
holy-ones of earth,
They
are magnificent and pure,
For
them, delight is birthed.
Those
who chased after Baal,
Their
sorrows will be great.
Never
will I pour out blood,
Their
very names I hate.
I will
inherit You,
And
You maintain my land,
The
lines have fallen pleasantly,
An
heir with good at hand.
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