Forgotten Ground Regained
How Many, How Many (After Psalm 3)
I wrote this poem as part of a sequence of alliterative takes on some of the individual Psalms (Psalms 1-8) that I wrote between 1997 and 2000.
How may, how many, how many, Lord
Are all of the enemies after my life!
They mock me, they make me the fool of their mirth:
'His God has forgotten, he will fall in or grasp,'
They gloat.
But God is my shelter, the shield that surrounds me,
Whose presence around me keeps peril away.
I glory in Him who lifts up my head,
Who hears my cry from his holy hill
And saves.
Though ten thousand enemies trample the land,
Though hated and hunted, though helpless and lost,
I lie down to rest, I rise up secure --
His power sustains me through prayer free
Of fear.
Lord, rise to their challenge with champion's strength!
Like a boxer, batter them senseless and break
The pride of the godless till their power is gone!
For no one can match the might of my God!
Our God is protection, salvation and joy,
And grants us true blessings, His grace to enjoy.
Copyright © Paul D Deane, 1999
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