Where does my help come from?

at the bottom not the top.
Enclosed, overwhelmed,
running, dodging, never stop.
The valley of the shadow of death
running, dodging, never stop.
The valley of the shadow of death

mountains closing in.
Downturned, helpless
tripped again by sin.
I lift up my eyes to the hills.Cavalry, riding on a white horse
rushing to my aid.
Calvary, my Sweet Savior,
by whom heaven and earth were made.
Where does my help come from?

Calvary, my Sweet Savior,
by whom heaven and earth were made.
Where does my help come from?
Helene
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