Thursday, October 05, 2006


Dear God,

When I am afraid;
I feel your comforting presence near me;
As long as you are there;
I am fine;
Whose arrow can find my flesh?
While you are protecting me?
Whose perjured words succeed?
When you are there to enlighten the judge?
You stand behind me;
Clothed in armor;
And wielding a mighty sword;
So those unfairly opposing me are the ones who should be afraid.


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