Pastor Seth – Poems and Musings

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.


(Psalm 91:1-2)

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