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How many are my foes, O Lord,
Many are rising against me;
For Your warnings they have ignored,
Increased trouble I cannot flee.
Many are saying of my soul,
There is no salvation through God;
Attempting in taking control,
By saying the Lord is a fraud.
But You, O Lord being my shield,
My glory and inspiration;
The lifter of my head to yield,
Making me a new creation.
I cry aloud to You O Lord,
Answer me from Your holy hill;
Grant me to be in one accord,
Allowing Your Spirit to fill.
For I was lying down and slept,
But I awakened up again;
As You sustained me and You kept,
Me from all the immoral sin.
I am not afraid of my foes,
Setting against me to surround;
For Your blessing constantly flows,
That Your glory makes me spellbound.
Arise, O Lord and save me God,
Strike my enemies on the cheek;
Show the wicked that they are flawed,
Breaking their teeth so they not speak.
Salvation belongs to You God,
Your blessings be on Your people;
Let us give You honor and laud,
With a clear path to Your temple.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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