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Unless the Lord builds the house,
Those who build labor in vain;
In harmony with a spouse,
Will have everything to gain.
If the Lord guards the city,
The guard stays awake in vain;
Because the Lord takes pity,
Of the trauma causing pain.
It is vain to rise early,
And in going late to rest;
Cannot be sincerely,
Able to perform his best.
Eating the bread of sorrow,
He gives to His beloved sleep;
Refreshing for tomorrow,
Spiritual zeal that will leap.
Children a gift from the Lord,
A heritage from above;
Fruit of the womb a reward,
Filled with blessings of His love.
Arrows of a warrior,
Are the children of your youth;
That you look on with favor,
Upbringing taught the truth.
Bless the man filled with quiver,
He will not be put to shame;
Making enemies shiver,
Speaking the Word to proclaim.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Blessings of the LORD
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