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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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