98 Without thy shelter, where else can solace be? Thou art my refuge, my fortress, in a world of treachery. So to thee I come, bereft of all my pride, In surrender and fear, no intent to hide. Stripped of garments, my soul laid bare, Fearing thou might harbor doubts unfair. Of my loyalty, my unwavering dedication, In service to thee, with no reservation. Thou art the one who pledges doth honor true, A protector of neighbors, in all that you do. With kingship firm in thy just hand, Yet compassion’s symbol, o’er the land. In thee, justice and mercy find their blend, To thy wisdom and kindness, my will I bend. Thou wert sent, the finest shepherd to our kind,
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