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Psalm 127: Unless the Lord is in our work


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Unless the Lord is in our work
It all will useless be;
His word must guide our every thought
Informing what we see.

Unless the city gates are kept
By unseen angel wings,
The watchmen lie awake in vain
Repelling hostile kings.

The Lord Himself must be your trust
In all you seek to do;
Your hungry soul he’ll satisfy
With peaceful sleeping too.

Your children are a heritage
From Him who sees your ways;
Like arrows in a warrior’s palm
They’ll bless you all your days.

Blessed is the man whose home is filled
With infants’ happy song,
Within the city gate he’ll stand
Discerning right and wrong.

Steve Layfield

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