Psalm
5: Prayer
Amos Wilson (April 20,
2014)
I
kneel and pray, but wonder why,
My
words just bounce from off the sky.
Is my
prayer heard,
And
headed word for word.
My
Lord, pray harken to my plea,
And
listen when I pray to thee.
Understand
my cry!
Harken,
e'er I die!
Hear,
because I pray to thee.
At
sunrise you listen to me.
I
sacrifice with cries,
And
watch with waiting eyes.
To
your house I'll surely come,
And
with your people make my home.
Before
you I will kneel,
When
your breath I feel.
For
thou, O Lord, hate wicked deeds,
And in
thee 's not a wicked seed.
For
evil does not dwell in thee,
O
Lord, I pray, purge it from me!
The
arrogant can't bear you eye,
The
evil men before thee fly.
The
liar hides his face.
The
murderer pleads for grace.
You
delight to make things just.
The
wicked man will rot like rust.
Abhor
this wickedness!
Give
us righteousness!
My
Lord, your grace is so complete,
You
let me come before your seat.
You've
made me straight and clean,
My
enemies have seen.
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