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Hard times cause for high praises
Written in the book of life
Walking by faith
Not blinded by sight
Establishing the trust between He and I
Inclining thine ear unto His wisdom
Applying thine heart to His understanding
Preserving the way for His saints
Correcting whom He delights
The wicked will not roam here
Nor will evil reside
Since my table is prepare
In the presence of my enemies
Since my armor is made of righteousness
No one will find me hiding
In this place that shields me
Delivers me and provides for me
Often times feeling defeated
Dotting my I’s and crossing my T’s
Letting patients have its virtue
All good things work together
For those who go through
Cornered in this strong hold of uncertainly
The presents of the Lord redeems me
“Our father whom art in heaven
Give me this day
Instruct me on my may
Cover my children
With the blood Emanuel shed
Keep me in this valley oh Lord
Move this mountain with the mustard seed
I declared in your name
All glory to the one who reigns forever
Amen”
