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May the Lord answer you, On the day of trouble; On the path you pursue, Pull you from the rubble. May He send you the aid, From the sanctuary; Fear not nor be afraid, When it comes in glory. So may He remember, All of your offerings; Sacrificial ember, All of your sufferings. May He grant desire, Fulfilling in your plan; Wisdom you require, Successful of its span. May you shout for gladness, Over your salvation; Never feeling sadness, For the tribulation. I know that the Lord saves, All who are anointed; Rescuing from the graves, Never disappointed. Some put their trust in cars, But we trust in the Lord; And be His shining stars, When you’re in one accord. They collapse and they fall, We rise and stand upright; The Lord they do not call, From darkness without light. Please O Lord, save the king, Please hear us when we call; Allow not death to sting, Pick him up from his fall. Copyright ©2023 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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