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If the Lord was not my Savior,
I would always be lonely and lost.
My shelter would not be homely, and
I would always live without peace.
I would be rebellious and self-willed,
And my soul would be forever restless.
I would not understand righteousness,
And I would dread having to die one day.
I would not have comfort but always fear.
I would have no protection from my enemies,
Nor ever be overwhelmed with God's tender touch.
For most of my life, I would reap everything
that I have sown, seldom receiving any mercy,
And my finality would be one of hopelessness.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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