Sir Ricky's Inspirational Poetry Corner

I lift my eyes,

Towards the mountains;

Above the skies,

To the Heavens.

Where will my aid,

Come from the Lord;

The One who made,

And not ignored.

Maker of earth,

And of Heaven;

A priceless worth,

He has given.

He allows not,

Your foot to slip;

Whatever sought,

He will equip.

Your Protector,

Never slumber;

Your defender,

Not encumber.

He will never sleep,

Your champion;

Comfort to keep,

Your guardian.

The Lord protects,

Giving shelter;

Shielding deflects,

When you swelter.

He gives you light,

The sun by day;

The moon by night,

To light your way.

He shields from harm,

Protects your life;

Sounds the alarm,

In midst of strife.

The Lord protects,

When you go out;

And He detects,

When you have doubt.

The Lord preserves,

Your endeavor;

As He observes,

Views forever.



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