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How many are my foes,
Increased that trouble me;
It is only God knows,
Having insight to see.
Many say of my soul,
There is no salvation;
Satan prowls to control,
Causing a vexation.
God is no help for him,
Is what so many say;
Making my life so grim,
Satan want me for his prey.
But the Lord is my shield,
My glory and mentor;
Guiding me through the field,
Blocking the tormentor.
I cry out to the Lord,
And He has answered me;
For He has not ignored.
Responding to my plea.
I was tired and slept,
But I woke up again;
Not keeping His precept,
So, I confessed my sin.
I will not be afraid,
Of thousands of people;
Since they have disobeyed,
Enters not His temple.
People that have been set,
Against me round about;
Not worried of their debt,
Never having a doubt.
Arise for God will save,
He will strike all my foes;
Smitten them to the grave,
Hang them from the gallows.
He breaks the teeth of them,
Judgment belongs to God;
Evil He will condemn,
Because they became flawed.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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