My Strength and Shield
The light that guides me on my way
while breezes blow and flowers sway;
the touch that calms my weary head
when I am hanging by a thread;
the voice that soothes me into sleep,
and urges Him my soul to keep;
for all the blessings you bestow
pray God, may it for e'er be so.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2013
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