Poetry

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Lord how are they increased that trouble me
Many are they that rise up against me
Many there are which say of my soul
There is no help for him in God

But Thou O Lord are a shield for me
My glory, you lift my head
But Thou O Lord are shield for me
You’re my glory the lifter up of my head

I cried unto the Lord with my voice
And He heard me out of His holy hill
I laid me down and I slept
I awake for the Lord sustained me

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people
That set themselves against me round about
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people
That set themselves against me round about

Thank you for lifting
Thank you for lifting
Thank you for lifting my head

Freda Tapp
Copyright 1976 Matterhorn Music

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