Protective Trust
I lift my eyes unto the hills,
The cold wind is giving me chills;
Wondering where to get some aid,
Since I am feeling so dismayed.
I never let it be ignored,
That help is coming from the Lord;
The Maker of Heaven and earth,
As well as also made my birth.
God is the reason I am here,
And the reason I do not fear;
Because He will not let me fail,
As long as I do not curtail.
My Guardian will never sleep,
Like a shepherd watches His sheep;
He shades me like a big oak tree,
From the sun beating down on me.
Sun by day or the moon by night,
Our God helps me with my sight;
Able to see danger ahead,
For taking a detour instead.
Our God is guarding my life,
Helping through in the midst of strife;
Guarding me as I come and go,
While I spiritually grow.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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