God Helps Me
God helps* me greatly, assuring me victory
His hands mold my personality me with grace
He arms my faith steadfastly by His Scriptures’ truth…
Without Him, I can’t win as His strengthened soldier.
God constantly helps me, serving as my bright light
His wisdom guides me, hiding me from worldliness
He meets my needs by His concern for my plight’s call…
Without Him, I can’t pray with joyous communion.
*Psalm 40:13 Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.
April 20, 2019
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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