The Lord my protector
The Lord my stronghold
The Lord my defender
O how I don’t deserve the way He defends me
The way He keeps me
The way He comforts me
The wind is gushing and the rain is falling
And in the moment of confusion
I hear Him
It’s a subtle voice but it’s a powerful voice
It’s a soft brush but it’s a tight grip
It is He
He who calls me His
He who saves me from falling
He who keeps me
Praise the Lord!
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