His Help, His Forgiveness
I look for help, so where does it come from?
Not by my hand or my brothers does it come.
So I look in the valley and all is quiet and still;
I lift up my eyes but my help is not on the hill.
My help comes from the Lord the Creator of all;
He’s my strength and shield He will not let me fall.
I fear not for the Lord protects and watches keeps;
He is my champion He neither slumbers nor sleeps.
The Lord keeps and protects me night and day;
His words of loving promises guide me on His way.
His precepts and laws teach me wrong from right;
And His fervent love stands guard through the night.
The Lord blessed me with a treasure of a great wife;
He gives me the wisdom to accept His good life.
And when I fall flat on my face and fail making mess;
He dust me off and reminds me of His forgiveness.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 25 April 2013