James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Free verse

Soul Consealer-- So Consealer

So conceal me 
When troubles come 
Soul conceal me 
The horns and trombone come
Sounding in Symphony
My Lord will stand 
And I will fall
I will not call nor would I were for my Father 
Shall He oh will He conceal me 
When Trouble Comes
He Stands Tall with his arms 
With his hands He will conceal me 
When Trouble Comes He's my God 
My God will hide me in his sanctuary 
He will place me on top above the Abyss 
O'Holy Mountain Jeremiah Rock  
You keep me up above all by concealing me


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Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
Nahum 1:7

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