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Who is God other than the Lord,
Who is a rock, but our God;
He is the one to be adored,
Worshipping to honor and laud.
The God who has equipped my need,
With strength and making me blameless;
In everything to succeed,
A faith and hope that is shameless.
He made my feet like of a deer,
Setting me secure on new height;
For I continue to revere,
As I am leaping towards His light.
He is training my hands for war,
So that my arms can bend a bow;
Upon that far and distant shore,
Into battle where I shall go.
For He has given me the shield,
For salvation that supports me;
Guarding me on the battlefield,
While spreading of His decree.
His gentleness has made me great,
Gave me a wide place for my feet;
My footing not slip as I wait,
Prepared till my quest is complete.
I chased my foe to overtake,
Not turning back to consume them;
Knowing that my Lord not forsake,
Once defeated He will condemn.
I thrust into them with my sword,
And they are unable to rise;
Fallen evil pleases the Lord,
I honor Him who made me wise.
He has made my foes turn their backs,
I destroyed those who hated me;
Because I thwarted their attacks,
And that the Lord had heard my plea.
They cried for help but was ignored,
Since I beat them as fine as dust;
None of them to save by the Lord,
Because in God they did not trust.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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