My Lord, You are my Protector.

Here is a poem inspired by that sentiment, weaving together the imagery of a protector found throughout scripture.

My Keeper, My Stronghold

Not by a pillar of cloud, nor fire’s fierce light, Not in a whirlwind,or the terror of night, But in the quiet,the deep of the breast, You are my Protector,my haven of rest.

You are the rock in a weary, dry land, The firm,steady grip of a merciful hand. The wall built around me,a fortress unseen, The guard at my gate,where Your promises lean.

You are the shepherd, and I am the sheep, Who wakes from fear’s shadow to slumber so deep. Your rod is my comfort,Your staff is my guide, In pastures of grace where my soul can abide.

You are the wing, the great shadowing dove, Beneath which I hide in Your feathers of love. A shield in the battle,a sword for the fight, My song in the darkness,my morning’s new light.

So let the earth tremble, let mountains be moved, My heart is held fast,by a covenant proved. For written in promise,in scripture’s true word, My Protector is God—and my voice will be heard.