Cometh

From when cometh my help?

For hither I ran

Into the shadow

Of death

And there

I was smothered

By a growing presence

From whence cometh my help?

The Lord promised me in battle

There would be no fear

And now I stand knees knocking

At the slightest whisper

Cometh and bring down

Fire

With a magestic roar

That encourages

My knocking knees

To stand firm

In holiness

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