Unless the LORD had been my help

When it seems like your world's cavin' in
And the pressure of stress makes your head spin
Accidents abound and victory's not around
Yet you need help, but where's help to be found?

Unless the LORD had been my help
My soul had almost dwelt in silence
For the LORD will not cast off His people
Neither will He forsake His inheritance

Just remember Job:  he lost is all; he lost all of them
Yet he said, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him."

Unless the LORD had been my help
My soul had almost dwelt in silence
For the LORD will not cast off His people
Neither will He forsake His inheritance

--bro. tim pickl    May 6, 1989   5:00PM

Psalm 94:17+14
Job 13:15

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