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The Lord is a lamp for my feet,
He turns my darkness into day;
And lights up a place for a seat,
So I do not stumble or stray.
I can attack a line of troops,
While breaking through their defense;
Smashing when forming smaller groups,
No longer are foes too immense.
There is no way can I reject,
Nor could I even conceive;
When the way of God is perfect,
With a faith on what I believe.
The promise of the Lord is true,
Taking refuge He is your shield;
In battle God is beside you,
When fighting on the battlefield.
So who is God He is the Lord,
Who is the rock of salvation?
Let it not ever be ignored,
Our God is a firm foundation.
Our Lord arms me with His strength,
His perfect way has set me free;
Tolerating at any length,
Providing insight for to see.
My feet are like those of a deer,
With sure footing on high places;
And knowing that the Lord is near,
He shows mercy as He graces.
He has made a path that is wide,
So I do not slip where I walk;
As a hen whose wings help me hide,
I feel comforted as we talk.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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