My Helps comes from Heaven

My help comes heaven.
From the Father but not the son.
I give thanks to the God up above.
For it's evident that I'm loved.

If not for him, I don't be.
He comforts and steady me.
When I drop to my knee to pray
He listens to what I have to say.

My help comes from heaven.
He comforts and steady me.
And that I seriously believes.
No matter who judges me.

He's my anchor and foundation,
And it is He, who carries my load.
when I had no one and was unsure
My rock and shield kept me secure.
 
 

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