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God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble; Persevering to any length, For pulling me from the rubble. We will not fear the earth gives way, Though mountains move into the sea; As the night moves out for the day, The water roars as it flows free. Even though the waters may roar, The mountains tremble as they swell; The waves crashing onto the shore, The mountains stand firm where they dwell. There is a river of whose streams, Has made glad the city of God; The holy place that one esteems, For going to honor and laud. God is within the midst of her, And help her at the morning dawn; Making no insult or a slur, As the dark of night has been gone. The heathen rage as they totter, The Lord will utter with His voice; The mountains melt next to the water, As the earth is having no choice. The Lord of Hosts is here with us, The God of Jacob a fortress; A refuge and safe place as thus, Sheltering at a time of stress. Come, behold the works of the Lord, With desolation on the earth; For the heathens that have ignored, Giving the righteous a new birth. The end of the world makes wars cease, Breaking the bow, shatters the spear; Burns chariots for bringing peace, As the righteous will still revere. Be still and know who is your God, We will exalt Him on the earth; Continued to honor and laud, Because of having priceless worth. Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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