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Greg Oosterhouse
Grand Rapids, MI
Monday, October 23, 2006

I Bless You, Lord

In the face of trouble, I bless You, Lord.
Never will I curse Your holy name.
May I never degrade You with evil words,
But praise You and give You high acclaim.

While others in their defiance curse and swear,
Making themselves seem an uneducated bunch,
I will keep singing Your praises, from here to there.
Their words like insects I will crunch.

I will bless You, Lord, with this gift You gave me.
I shout to the hills with my paper and pen.
From great shyness and fear You have saved me.
So, I bless You and praise You. Amen and amen.
Greg Oosterhouse
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