I Look To The Hills psalm 121 Poem by john (called jack) wren

I look to the hills that He created
for help from Him who is venerated
to guide me when my foot doth stray
and be my help from day to day.

He does not slumber, nor does He sleep
His boundless love makes me weep
He is my shade in the heat of day
He is my right hand, my guide, thro' life's highway.

I have no fear in the dark at night
in the depths of sin He is my light
for He who made Heaven and Earth
will take me thro' death and my rebirth.