Mcanthony C. Nwatu
Help From Santuary - Poem by Mcanthony C. Nwatu
My help is in the lord
Who made heaven and earth
I toggle to tussle to turn
My pity to plenty.
The lord is my shepherd,
He will send help from his
Sanctuary and shower me support
From Zion oning the onion of grace.
I will not expire or retire until
I see the fire of my desire.
Lord, you hold the won award
As you swing it springs blessings.
Run, my troubles, for you can't
Stand the most high's trouble.
Our hope is in the lord,
Fear not and jealous not
They boost of chariot and horses
We boost of the lord our
They will collapse and fall, but
We shall rise and stand upright
As your pity is plenty now
Tell, your help, is from sanctuary
Then set your banner of
Victory in the lord.
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