Where does my help come from?
Enshrouded, overshadowed
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
Downcast, hopeless
mountains closing in.
Downturned, helpless
tripped again by sin.
mountains closing in.
Downturned, helpless
tripped again by sin.
I lift up my eyes to the hills.Cavalry, riding on a white horserushing 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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