Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Some Poetry

When in trouble or in woe,
when winds of strife around me blow,
quickly to the Lord I will go.

He will lead me safe and sound,
o'er highest mount or smallest mound,
till peace at last I have found.

The Lord's my strong tower,
from adversity I'll not cower,
the Lord's my strength and my power. 

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