Psalm 118:6
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.
What can mere mortals do to me?
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.
What part of my past can harme thee?
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.
I scoff at your lame attempt to knock me off my game,
I chuckle at you glares becasue you belive I truly care.
I am made in His prescence, and rotected by His blood,
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.
I have fell down into deep pits, black vines choke my words, and I lose all care.
I've almost been defeated,
I almost lost the battle.
But I look up see alight and instanly feel alright
because
The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid.
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