They are too many.
My enemies, they
Set their face to mine,
Angry fists upraised.
For this thirst it is
Not enough to die.
They drive my love, soul,
From your holy will.
As I flee tonight
Into the desert
I can hear them cry,
“God can’t save him. No.”
I lay down and slept
And I woke again
For you defended me.
I lay down and slept
And I woke again
For you sustained me
Selah.
I see them coming.
There are too many
Up against me, now
They surround me, but
I am not afraid.
A shield about me,
You, my glory, the
Lifter of my head,
Hope, above this plane.
From your holy hill
You can hear me cry.
You speak my name and
Call me from the dead,
Answered me in pain.
I lay down and slept
And I woke again
For you defended me.
I lay down and slept
And I woke again
For you sustained me
Selah.
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Psalm 3
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