Meaning in Psalm 124
Alfred D. Byrd
FACING the world is hardly a task
To be done alone, deprived of aid.
Around our feet there rises a flood
Of anger of those who hate our ways.
Unless we have an anchor, a rock,
We'll be swept away like leaves afloat.
Perhaps, it's better to say, "Our foes
Resemble a beast that hunts with fangs
And claws to rip the helpless apart.
They long to sink their teeth in our flesh
And take what's ours to fatten themselves."
WE'RE LIKE a bird that's caught in a net —
Deprived of flight, we flutter in vain —
Unless we find ourselves a helper.
Bitter are those who fight on their own!
What better helper than God, Who made
Both heaven and earth with words of might?
Unless our God appears at our side
When we face attack by foes gone wrong,
We'll fall, unable to rise again.
Let those of God, the Chosen, reply,
"Without our Savior, our God, we'd fall."
Four hundred years of silence was broken.
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