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The Lord is my light,
And my salvation;
A lighthouse at night,
A firm foundation.
Who is there to fear?
He is my fortress;
With Him always near,
At times of duress.
Evil closes in,
To tempt with a lure;
In attempt to sin,
Behind the closed door.
I try to resist,
The Lord hears my plea;
It cannot persist,
When He makes it flee.
My foes have stumbled,
Its army makes camp;
But never humbled,
From light of His lamp.
I am not afraid,
Though war may break out;
Since I have obeyed,
Never having doubt.
One thing I will seek,
To stay in His house;
For I am so meek,
Quiet as a mouse.
For I want to gaze,
Upon His beauty;
Like cattle that graze,
On what is fruity.
He gives protection,
From approaching storms;
Of harm prevention,
Till weather transforms.
Hear my plea O Lord,
Have pity on me;
Not to be ignored,
So that I can see.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
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