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Deare God, preserve the innocent For they have put their trust in thee They follow nature without recourse Thou art their Lord, so protect them They have not harmed anyone Their sorrows multiply from the Minds of Men that thou created Their inheritance is a portion of thy creation They suffer now without need Preserve Them, O God: for in thee They put their last symbol of faith They have nothing to bargain with They cannot pay to escape chaos They would sell their daughters to Feed their families, with holy tears For so little freedom is granted the poor Therefore my heart would be glad If you spared a few of the poor The pure, the self-sacrificed, the down-trodden Remember them too, while nature inherits The wicked, the industrious, the hoarders Those profiteers know nothing about you God, if there is such a thing as a hell As a punishment for sin, let it be seen Let the Nations that do wrong be punished And let their children bear the weight of the stain.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Psalm 15 – The Poor
Deare God, preserve the innocent For they have put their trust in thee They follow nature without recourse Thou art their Lord, so protect them They have not harmed anyone Their sorrows multiply from the Minds of Men that thou created Their inheritance is a portion of thy creation They suffer now without need Preserve Them, O God: for in thee They put their last symbol of faith They have nothing to bargain with They cannot pay to escape chaos They would sell their daughters to Feed their families, with holy tears For so little freedom is granted the poor Therefore my heart would be glad If you spared a few of the poor The pure, the self-sacrificed, the down-trodden Remember them too, while nature inherits The wicked, the industrious, the hoarders Those profiteers know nothing about you God, if there is such a thing as a hell As a punishment for sin, let it be seen Let the Nations that do wrong be punished And let their children bear the weight of the stain.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
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