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Psalm 12
Help oh Lord for the Godly man ceases
And the enemy pours in and breaks to pieces
The poor the afflicted and those who are needy
Are condemned by the vile, the wicked, the greedy
Now I will arise and deliver the poor
And deliver him safely through an open door
For my Word is like silver, tried and true
I will preserve them forever, though they be but few
poem
by
Frank McEleny
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