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Psalm 32
Oh Lord when I kept silent
My bones indeed grew old
This drought has sapped my very life
Into slavery I've been sold
Yet even now I will cry out
And confess my sins to thee
You'll rend the heavens and come down
And in your presence I am free
And with my voice I did cry out
From a place where I was bound
Now is the time to cry to God
In a time when He may be found
And you shall be my hiding place
You will guide me with your eye
And you will lead me where you will
Even if I must surely die
poem
by
Frank McEleny
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