Psalm
17: Deliver Me
Amos Wilson (September 14,
2014)
Around
me circle wicked men,
I'm
vanquished, and no one defends.
Their
callousness is full complete,
Their
mouths of haughtiness replete.
They
strangle, compass all our steps,
Their
eyes o'er all the the earth have swept.
As
like the little lions leering,
Lusting,
longing, terror tearing.
Arise
before his ace, O Lord,
Beat
him, bend him with Your sword.
Deliver
me from worldly men,
Their
heritage will shortly end.
Though
the eat and children birth,
Their
goods and joys are but of earth.
Your
righteousness I have embraced,
And
when I wake, I'll see your face.
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