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I love the Lord because He hears,
My soft voice and all of my fears;
With my pleas for mercy and grace,
To comfort me with His embrace.
I call on Him throughout my life,
For helping me get through the strife;
And call Him as long as I live,
For the perseverance to give.
He inclines His ear unto me,
Because He wants to hear my plea;
Comforts me with the strength to cope,
At the time when I have lost hope.
The ropes of death has tried to snare,
Like a snake trying out a dare;
Tries to lure me into a cave,
That holds the horrors of the grave.
Oh the agony and the pain,
Trying to make me go insane;
But I kept calling on the Lord,
Knowing I would not be ignored.
The Lord is merciful to me,
Compassionate enough to see;
Why I was in such great distress,
And was more than willing to bless.
The Lord protects those who are meek,
And strengthen those who are so weak;
By taking you in His control,
He will provide peace to your soul.
He saved my mind from any fears,
And dried my eyes of all the tears;
Guided my feet walking the path,
Where some others fell from His wrath.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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