When enemies emerge from former cohorts.
When I am so weary at setting of sun
I can’t process knowing my work’s just begun.
Sometimes my heart’s breaking over somebody’s sin,
But each time I turn, there’s a crisis again.
No time to grieve over today’s mournful losses
Just picking up pieces and heavy new crosses.
But one thing is certain, and really that thing
Is the one thing that matters and makes my heart sing.
God’s still on the throne, and around every bend
There may be His answer, for He knows the end.
He knows the reason for burdens I bear.
He knows inequities, when life seems unfair.
He knows the consequence for all of my steps
He knows, He cares. He pities and helps.
He is the refuge. I am the hidden.
He’s the commander. I am the bidden.
He is the rest-giver. I am the weary.
He has the tear-bottle. My eyes are teary.
He is the strength. I am the weak.
He offers comfort. It’s comfort I seek.
He is the Prophet. I need to know.
He is the way. In Him I can go.
He is the truth. I was lost till I knew it.
He is the life. I am just walking though it.
He is my portion. I am the filled.
He is the Spirit. I am the sealed.
He is the Father. I am the child.
He is the Christ. I’m reconciled.
He is the hope. I am the clinging.
He’s the Redeemer about which I’m singing.
He is my only. I am just one.
He is the end. I’ve just begun.
He is the buckler. My arm is weak.
He’s the revealer. I’m but to seek.
He is the door. I am the guest.
He is the answer to every request.
He is the treasure. I’m on the search.
He is the Founder. I’m in the church.
He is the succorer. I am the babe.
He’s the Provider, come to my aid.
He is the beauty from ashes to make.
My all-in-all. I will never forsake!
You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
Then my enemies will turn back
in the day when I call.
This I know, that God is for me.
In God, whose word I praise,
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?
from David in Psalm 56