Lyrics by me, inspired by Psalm 121
Music by suno.ai
Image by Adobe Firefly
Prompt style: Hopeful, fast, funk
Prompt lyrics:
[instrumental]
The world around me takes black pills
And toils in Satanic mills
I lift my eyes up to the hills
At that, my soul, with true light fills
Poor souls who struggle in the slum
Who to their pain have gotten numb
And live under the tyrant’s thumb
Ask oh from where will my help come?
Our help comes from the loving Lord
Who keeps us with His shield and sword
As He and we live in accord
Moving not away from Him but forward
He made all of heaven and earth
Our story’s His to death from birth
Our story’s His in woe and mirth
Through our rebirth we prove our worth
[instrumental]
He will not let your foot be moved
He won’t let your house be unrooved
With Him, resilience is proved
As your obstacles are removed
For you He will unencumber
He who keeps you will not slumber
Your strength alone fills a tumbler
With Him, your strength can’t be numbered
He who protects all His people
Under every church’s steeple
Will not rest or be seen feeble
Til you’re free from all upheaval
In blazing sunlight you may stand
Your shelter down to its last strand
And searing heat consumes the land
He is your shade at your right hand
[instrumental]
The sun shall not strike you by day
By night, the wicked moon’s at bay
In perfect safety you may stay
Til sinful skies flee from your way
The Lord will keep you from the evil
His judgement on them medieval
So you rest in pure reprieval
Safe from all the world’s upheaval
Give thanks to God for all His love
He shines His light out from above
When you are cold, He is your glove
He’s the guidance you’re dreaming of
As you lift your gaze up the hills
Amid the wailings of black pills
Amid churning Satanic mills
Give thanks to the one your soul fills
[instrumental]
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