Father, in you I do put my trust,
please save me from the persecutors, you must.
They are as lions, ripping my soul to bits,
if I have done what they say, let them stomp my heart til it splits.
Daddy, come forth in your anger and apply your rage to my enemies attack,
judge me O Lord for what righteousness is on my back.
For you are my defense and grow angry with wickedness by the hour,
set your weapons upon them, let the arrows fall on them like a shower.
Gracious are you who saves the upright in heart,
since you raised me up again, my co-heir with you i shall never part.
To you God I will give my praise,
with a thankful heart I look up to the name of the Lord most high and gaze.
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