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Consider me in my affliction;
Come, my troubled heart relieve; Do not tarry, nor be absent, From my anguish give reprieve; Consider all the sorrow swelling; From the depths of woe, receive My voice of lamentation raised; Turn a gracious ear to me; Consider all the trials pressing ‘Round, my wearied heart to grieve; Come, O Lord, the promised Savior, Let me to your promise cleave; Come, afflicted, gentle Savior, Lowly, come abide with me.
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Michael Price - I am a husband, father of three, poet, and science teacher at a classical Christian school in Memphis, TN. I have four volumes of poetry. My latest volume The Shadowed Night can be purchased by clicking on the button below. Archives
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