You left me, not

In dire times, when I thought, I was doomed to rot,
By Your hands I was kept from falling and You was all I got,

I never knew Who protected me, by His staff and rod,
When I was slowly dying in my sin, Lord God, You left me, not..

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Thank you Father in Jesus name, Amen!
Peace to Jerusalem!

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