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Look how my foes have enhanced,
Many are attacking me;
Could I ever have a chance,
An escape route I can see.
Even with God on my side,
And there is surely a doubt;
Though in God I do abide,
That they are talking about.
So impossible to win,
But God is truly my shield;
With glory over my sin,
No more will I ever yield.
Although I let out a sigh,
God is my glory I know;
And I will hold my head high,
Forward is the way I go.
I call aloud to the Lord,
He answers me from above;
Knowing I am not ignored,
He assures me with His love.
I lie down to go to sleep,
And wake up from His support;
Confidence causes me to leap,
And never will I abort.
With the Lord I have been bold,
And not afraid what awaits;
For as His plan does unfold,
Reveals beauty of their fates.
The Lord slapped them in the face,
And have smashed all of their teeth;
As they leave in a disgrace,
Nothing left that they bequeath.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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