From where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

The Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not allow my feet to be moved

My Keeper does not sleep.

My keeper does not slumber.

He has delivered me.

Whom the Son sets free, is free indeed.

This poor man cried to the Lord

and He heard him and

delivered him from all his fears.

Weeping may endure for the night

but joy is coming in the morning.

He is my light and my salvation.

When my enemies come in one way,

they will flee in seven ways.

He resides in me…

He is for me.

He is with me.

He’s good all the time

His blood speaks for me…

He prays for me

He is my advocate

He intercedes for me

He said,” I will uphold you and retain you

with my victorious right hand of rightness and justice.”