To be honest with you, I usually loathe studying and analyzing poetry. Recently I remembered one of my very few fond memories of poetry, and decided to give it another try. 432 more words
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For you, O Lord, are my hope,
my trust, O Lord, from my youth.
Upon you I have leaned from before my birth;
you are he who took me from my mother’s womb.
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My heart lies at Your feet in fear.
My vision trembles and thoughts cry:
Shall He that made the ear not hear?
I wait through all the waiting year,