How numerous are my foes,
They increase to trouble me;
So much as attacking grows,
And too numerous to see.
Some say God will deliver,
Others say no help from God;
He is an unbeliever,
And having been badly flawed.
But the Lord will protect me,
Because He is a true shield;
His glory will set me free,
Restored where it has been sealed.
I hear His voice on the hill,
Answering me from my cry;
Because I was feeling ill,
Exhausted from where I lie.
But I rested as I slept,
Knowing the Lord protects me;
Like a mother hen He kept,
He had honored my sad plea.
I fear not the multitude,
People ready to attack;
They have a bad attitude,
The righteousness that they lack.
I ask the Lord to arise,
Save me from times of trial;
Let not this be my demise,
Let it not be Your denial.
The teeth of wicked can break,
Making them blind of their eyes;
And swallowed by an earthquake,
For causing their own demise.
The Lord saves and shows favor,
On His people gives blessing;
By giving us a Savior,
Salvation through forgiving.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer