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Acrostic Trust Again poem

 
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T each me, LORD, yet again
R efresh my joy in you.
U nveil all my conceit and mend,
S weet peace comes coursing through.
T hen, on knees, I'll meekly bend 
A ll pride prostrate to you.
G ive ear to every humble plea,
A bba, Father, forgive me now.
I yield my path again to thee
N 'er more to stray, I pray, I vow.