FLARE on GOD 5
Arrows of hate assail me, O Lord.
They come quickly and fiercely upon me.
Those that walk with thee, shall not escape the persecution therein
They come quickly and fiercely upon me.
Those that walk with thee, shall not escape the persecution therein
Wilt thou, O Lord, leave us to perish?
Have you not heard the cry of your saints?
Indeed you are not deaf to the voice of the upright
Nor weak that you cannot save.
When in the dregs of life, you are here. It is by faith; not sight, that is my firm foundation.
Sometimes it is hard to face, but you O Lord shall bring understanding-not relying on my own.
