We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
"1 Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me. 2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah. 3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. 8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah." (Psalm 3:1-3, 8, KJV) ---------------------------------------------------------- Oh, Lord, the hordes grow more and more. Their armies tempt me, "Fear!" They rise and stand before, before the things, that I hold dear. How many say of my lone soul, "He has no help in God"! Just wait and contemplate this gold, and smile at Him so broad. But You, my God, are shielding me, my Glorious Defense. You lift my head Your Eyes to see. I give you reverence. Salvation comes from God Alone. You bless Your people, too. I think about Your lasting Throne, which made my hope anew. by Jay O’Toole on October 12th, 2020 |