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My soul awaits calmly alone,
My salvation does come from Him;
Because I know He does condone,
Blessings fill my cup to the brim.
He is my rock and my Savior,
My stronghold and not forsaken;
He looks upon me with favor,
I cannot be gravely shaken.
How long will all of you attack?
And how long will you try to kill;
For it is wisdom that you lack,
As well as lacking any skill.
As though He was a leaning wall.
Or a sagging fence that you hold;
In danger of starting to fall.
Because of being very old.
So they plan on forcing Him out,
To dethrone they are glad to lie;
They bless with lips and tongue but doubt,
With a cursed heart that does ask why.
Wait calmly for the Lord alone,
As from Him comes all of my hope;
That is flowing down from His throne;
To reassure while I cope.
He is my Savior and my rock,
My stronghold a mighty fortress;
I hear His clear voice as I talk,
And forgives me as I confess.
My glory and my foundation,
He gives refuge and my strength;
Depends on God for salvation,
Persevering at any length.
I will trust Him all of the time,
So pour out your heart you people;
While it keeps me from the crime,
That would be against the Gospel.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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