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I look up into the hills,
Asking where can I find aid?
For my life has been just spills,
And frankly I am afraid.
My help does come from the Lord,
Maker of Heaven and earth;
Who I have loved and adored,
From the time of my own birth.
He allows me not to fall,
My shepherd falls not asleep;
Whatever might befall,
He will always tend His sheep.
My Guardian never rests,
As He keeps a mindful eye;
And throughout all of my quests,
He rewards me when I try.
The Lord is your protector,
He is your shade from the sun;
In battle your defender,
Ensures victory is won.
The Lord takes you by the hand,
When you venture any place;
And He guides you through the land,
Upon His mercy and grace.
The sun will never beat down,
With the heat of the noon day;
Rather shade you till sundown,
When the moon will light your way.
The Lord guards you from evil,
Temptations within your life;
Steering you from the devil,
That would be causing you strife.
The Lord guards you as you go,
As well as on your way back;
No matter where you may flow,
He will strengthen where you lack.
Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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