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The Lord is my light,
And my salvation;
Giving me insight,
With a foundation.
Who is there to fear?
He is my fortress;
Knowing He is near,
Strengthens me through stress.
The wicked approach,
To tear me to shreds;
But God is my coach,
Stomps where evil treads.
Enemies and foes,
Will stumble and fall;
Because the Lord knows,
When I make a call.
Though they set up camp,
My heart not afraid;
God remains my lamp,
He gives defense aid.
Though war may break out,
Their troops against me;
I will not have doubt,
God will set me free.
I have confidence,
All things of the Lord;
He is my defense,
Cannot be ignored.
I will always seek,
All days of my life;
As humble and meek,
To cope with the strife.
The House of the Lord,
In order to gaze;
Stay in one accord,
His beauty always.
I hide in His wing,
Sheltered from trouble,
Assurance to bring,
Rescued from rubble.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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