The Great Guardian
I look up into the hills,
Folks having immoral thrills;
To where I might find some aid,
Since I am lost and afraid.
Many of them have ignored,
The help that comes from the Lord;
Who has never left me fall,
Through my prayer when I do call.
Your guardian does not sleep,
A watchful eye he will keep;
Because the Lord has given,
Sleepless angels from Heaven.
The guardian will not rest,
And always doing His best;
In shading you from the heat,
With having cool and dry feet.
Neither will the moonlit night,
Cause you any dreadful fright;
From the devil and his crew,
Or temptations to lure you.
The Lord guards you and your life,
From iniquity and strife;
Wherever you come and go,
The Lord is ever mindful.
So I will lift up my eyes,
Knowing that the Lord is wise;
And help already arrived,
One more day I have survived.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Great Guardian
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