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Silent Prayer


God's Protection


Each of us has a course to follow,
God knows every cross I bare,
God knows the battles brewing,
He protect me with His care.

God has set the course I follow,
He knows how much that I can bare,
God will help me fight my battles,
When I go to Him in prayer.

God has given me the power,
He has set the course we share,
God will keep me in the battles,
He protects me with His care.

God protects me with His Spirit,
He delivers me from care,
God defends me in my valleys,
When I go to Him in prayer.

God rejoices in my worship,
He protects me from all harm,
God has helped me win my battles,
Wrapped securely in His arms.

Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2006

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