Vain is the help of man
a poem by R.A. Jacob
Vain is the help of man,
Whose favour is as shifting sand,
I can't seek human favour,
You can better understand.
At my knees I plead and intercede,
For I know if you favour,
No human shield I need,
Protection of the protector I need.
Can someone hurt the eye of the Lord,
No it can never be,
I bank on His protection,
No human shield I need.
His shield is my vanguard,
His shield is my defence,
His shield is just sufficient,
His shield is my defence.
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