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1 Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge.2 O my soul, thou hast said unto God, Thou art my Lord:I have no good beyond thee.3 As for the saints that are in the earth,They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.4 Their sorrows shall be multiplied that give gifts for another god:Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer,Nor take their names upon my lips.5 God is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup:Thou maintainest my lot.6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places;Yea, I have a goodly heritage.7 I will bless God, who hath given me counsel;Yea, my heart instructeth me in the night seasons.8 I have set God always before me:Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.9 Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth:My flesh also shall dwell in safety.10 For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol;Neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption.11 Thou wilt show me the path of life:In thy presence is fulness of joy;In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Preserve me

I say to Silence

In Thee I put my trust

Knowing I will be preserved as long as body lasts

And not a second longer

No matter how much I curl up in a ball

Like Sparky

Our yellow Labrador

Hoping no one

Not even you

Will notice me

I am told you will not let my soul remain in hell

Or my flesh corrupt

Although it will surely rot

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Who’s kidding who?

And whom

And you

In the meantime

I rest in hope

That unlike my dead compatriots

Now cinders in a cookie jar

I will rise into light

Transfigured

And alive