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For whom is God but the Lord,
And a rock save our God;
Who is loved and adored,
Since we honor and laud.
The Lord equipped me with strength,
In making my way blameless;
Persevering any length,
That has made me as shameless.
My feet made same as a deer,
On the heights set me secure;
And so, He made me sincere,
Gave my wickedness a cure.
He trains my hands for battle,
So, my arms can bend a bow;
Steering me from the prattle,
Silence makes my courage show.
He gave me my salvation,
His right hand supporting me;
His peace built my foundation,
Giving the insight to see.
He has given a wide place,
For my feet as not to slip;
Tis soothing feeling His grace,
Assuring me not to trip.
I chased my foes and caught them,
Turned back not until consumed;
Because the Lord did condemn,
Ensured that they were entombed.
Wounded not able to rise,
For they fell under my feet;
Loss of sight I gouged their eyes.
Making a mission complete.
He made my foes turn their backs,
Those who hate me, I destroyed;
They melted like a hot wax,
Their lives now has filled a void.
They cried for the Lord to aid,
But He did not answer them;
For I have made them afraid,
He already did condemn.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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