The Lord Always Rescues (Poem)

In the quiet dusk, my lamp by You is lit,

Shining forth in darkness, where shadows sit.

By Your strength, a troop I can disband,

Over walls of doubt, by faith, I stand.

Your way, O Lord, is blameless, pure, and true,

Your word, a tested shield that carries through.

In You, a refuge for the weary soul,

A rock, a fortress, making broken whole.

Around me, Your strength is like armor wraps,

My path, You clear of all its snares and traps.

Like hinds’ feet, You make mine steady and sure,

Upon high places, in Your grace secure.

For battle, You train my hands, my heart,

With a bow of bronze, from foes to part.

Salvation’s shield, Your right-hand does bestow,

Upholding me wherever I go.

Your gentleness, a mighty force, makes great,

Before me, wide paths, as You orchestrate.

My steps You secure, lest I fall or slip,

In Your love, a never-ending fellowship.

For who is God but the Lord above?

Who else can claim such unfailing love?

In every trial, Your power I see,

“The Lord Always Rescues,” forever my plea.

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