How my foes increase,

Many who attack;

As they will not cease,

For goodness they lack.

Many said about,

That there is no hope;

In God they have doubt,

No need for to cope.

But God is my shield,

Who lifts up my head;

Gives abundant yield,

That I am well fed.

I cry to the Lord,

And He answers me;

I am not ignored,

Assist in my plea.

I lie down and sleep,

But awake again;

As one of His sheep,

And He will sustain.

I am not afraid,

Those who take a stand;

For He renders aid,

Combat their demand.

So, rise up O Lord,

And save me my God;

I cannot afford,

For becoming flawed.

Strike down all my foes,

Slap them on the cheek;

So, they see their woes,

On the things they seek.

Smite to break the jaw,

Of the sinfulness;

That they cannot call,

Those with doubtfulness.

Salvation belongs,

Unto our Lord;

Erasing the wrongs,

When in one accord.

His blessings be on,

Of all His people;

To see a new dawn,

Inside His temple.



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