15 Nov 2016 – Psalm 3
I’ve lost my count of all who hate.
They say “God’s lost all care of him –
But you’re my shield, for you I wait,
you make me shine when days grow dim.
I call, you answer from on high.
I sleep – and rise – because of you!
These multitudes on every side
lay siege but never shall break through!
Arise, my God! Deliver me
from bloodstained teeth and lying jaws,
for you alone can set us free,
and and humble every heart with awe.