FLARE on GOD 10

The Lord is my way from the darkest of mind
I cried to you, and you heard me O Lord
Like a mighty warrior, with sword and shield, you made waste to every vain thought as nothing.
Run to him all who are tormented.
Run to him all who struggle.
For the Ancient of Days hears the plea of the poor.

Ancient of Days – – God

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