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In the Lord I take refuge,
Letting me not be put to shame;
Never will he try to confuse,
The trust that I put in His name.
His righteousness delivers me,
And allowing me to break out;
He looks down upon me to see,
As He saves me from any doubt.
He is my strong habitation,
That I will faithfully resort;
Since I look for my salvation,
In giving me needed support.
The Lord is my rock and fortress,
He rescues me from wicked hands;
The unjust and cruel causing stress,
That are making evil demands.
The Lord is my hope and my trust,
That I have learned ever since birth;
From out of the womb as to thrust,
Continued praise of all its worth.
I am a wonder to many,
But the Lord is my strong refuge;
To others no praise for any,
Pride for me I humbly refuse.
Cast me not in time of old age,
Forsake me not as my strength fades;
Because I am at a prime stage,
When my foe will start His crusades.
But the Lord has forsaken Him,
God will pursue him with His wrath;
As He will be seizing his vim,
The Lord will be blocking his path.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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