Church was supposed to be where help came from, and for you it stopped being that. This psalm was sung by travelers a long way from home, looking up and asking where their help would come from now. The answer is bigger than any congregation, and it never depended on one.
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 121:2 (NIV)
The prayer
Lord, my help comes from You, the Maker of heaven and earth. When human help has failed, You will not let my foot slip. You watch over me.
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