Poem Meditation on Psalm 3 & 4

The voices speak strong.
They shout my fear,
That God does not hear,
That He’s not near.
But are they wrong?

I watch and see to whom they flee.
Where do they go?
They trust in what their eyes can see,
A view that’s low.

They twist God’s power and His glory
To wring out shame upon His name.
And dream up stories…
Delusions… Lies…
And worship something tame.

I bow my head and sigh.
“My God!” I cry.

A voice speaks strong.
If I will yield,
He'll be my shield.
The Truth’s revealed.
Yes, they are wrong.

Becky (Dancingirl)