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O Lord, You are my God, And I will praise Your name, As I honor and laud, Continue to proclaim. You do wonderful things, Plans formed faithful and sure; A new city that brings, Salvation for a cure. So, we will glorify, Getting rid of the guilt; And we will sanctify, Causing to be rebuilt. You have been a stronghold, For the needy and poor; As each day will unfold, A shield from Satan’s roar. A shelter from the storm, Giving shade from the heat; A dry place that is warm, Able to rest my feet. You host for us a feast, Rich food and well-aged wine; The goodness of fine beast, Supplied by the Divine. You swallow the mountain, Spread veils over nations; Death washed by the fountain, For Your new creations. Death swallowed forever, Wiping away the tears; Earthly things to sever, Separating the fears. For You are our God, Waited for who will save; Curing us where once flawed, No longer sin to slave. Your hand will rest on me, Spreading out as I swim; Not to drown in the sea, To give spiritual vim. The fortress of the wall, You are making their doom; Causing dust as they fall, Bringing to my foes gloom. Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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