Poetry

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God is my light and salvation,
So to whom shall I ever fear;
The stronghold of His creation,
That I shall forever revere.

When the wicked and evildoers,
It is they who stumble and fall;
Adversaries are pursuers,
Trying to eat my flesh will crawl.

Though an army camps against me,
I am confident without fear;
Warring factions that I can see,
Are continuing to draw near.

What I desire from the Lord,
That I seek to dwell in His house;
So I can stay in one accord,
And comfortably with my spouse.

In times of trouble, He hides me,
Conceals me from the coming storm;
In the calm He lets me go free,
To continue doing my norm.

And now my head be lifted up,
Above my foes that surround me;
The sacrificed joy fills my cup,
Causing my enemy to flee.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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