A poem, based on Psalm 25:15-22
Held by a net
My feet are set
That's not Christ's way
If we do pray
He'll set us free
Pluck us out Lord
Please draw your sword
Consider our many foes
When we are low
Deliver us, Oh Lord!
Guard my troubled soul
Help redeem my role
May we be upright
To shine Your Light
Forever and Amen
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