In the Fortress
How many are enraged, the petty and the small?
Disgruntled archers shoot sharp, piercing arrows, all.
I long for the safety of your garrison’s fort!
Why do I come to You as only last resort?
When I look to humans for sense of importance
I’ll always miss the trail to Your solid fortress.
A mighty fortress, God, strong and towering walls.
Our shield from sharp arrows as only He bids fall.