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 Sir Ricky's Inspirational Poetry Corner

I lift up my eyes to the hills,
Upon where my help does come from;
In the hope that He cures my ills,
That has been making me feel glum.
Because my help comes from the Lord,
The One who made Heaven and earth;
And who I stay in one accord,
Knowing He had given me birth.
He will not let your foot be moved,
He who keeps you will not slumber;
Assures us things will be improved,
From viruses that out number.
He who keeps Israel, behold,
Shall neither slumber nor will sleep;
Like a shepherd over His fold,
A watchful eye that He will keep.
For the Lord has been your keeper,
He is your shade on your right hand;
Comforts while as a sleeper,
As you obey His voice command.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor by the moon during the night;
But disciplines if gone astray,
To assure that you see the light.
The Lord will keep you from evil,
He will be preserving your soul;
And guarding you from the devil,
As you allow Him in control,
The Lord will keep your going out,
And your coming in from this time;
Forever more without a doubt,
In making the heavenly climb.

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