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First they were whispers,
When will he die?
When will his name wane?
Then they talked aloud,
He's surely cursed.
He has an evil disease.
Finally, they shouted in
my face,
We're going to take your
stuff
Before you go to the grave.
But my God,
He delivered me
He preserved me
He kept me alive.
Thanks be to Thee
Blessed be my Lord
Everlasting to everlasting
Amen and amen.
Psalm 41 |
