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The Lord is my light, Who is there to fear? Making my days bright, Knowing He is near. He is my fortress, And my salvation; Knowing He will bless, As my foundation. Evil comes close to me, To rip me to shreds; The Lord sets me free, By bashing their heads. Their army sets camp, I am not afraid; They lure with a vamp, Trying to persuade. But I do not try, To be trapped or snared; To the Lord I cry, The power He shared. For this I will seek, Stay in one accord; As humbled and meek, Being with the Lord. It is my duty, All days of my life; Gaze at His beauty, Easing all my strife. When there is trouble, I can sense His grace; Rescued from rubble, In His hiding place. Now my head is raised, As I shout with joy; Music that I praised, For God does destroy. I will seek His face, And praise His name; I want to embrace, And want to proclaim. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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