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iambic tetrameter My Sword and My Shield
By: Tracey Criswell Wilson I am so glad that Easter's here, I thank God and silently cheer. Because He sent His Son for me, thanks be to Jesus I am free. It's by his stripes I'm healed, By my beliefs, my fate He sealed. Up to the Heavens He did rise, "Stay with us, Jesus." were the cries. Now, with His love I can go on and make it through the night 'til dawn. I raise my voice so high in song, thanks to you Lord, I am kept strong. I'm truly blessed by you my Lord, for being both my shield and sword. 03/31/04
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