Like king David, our soul has serious enemies.
The pangs of death surround us. In our darkest hours—even lay hold of us. Trouble and sorrow pursue like ravenous wolves.
Yet, when our cries arrive in the ears of our Lord our soul’s enemies run in fear. Has death left? Did trouble and sorrow cease? Not yet. Till every soul is gathered up and all evil shut up, our enemies stalk for vulnerability. But fear not, there is no distance He cannot hear your cries, your soul caught up in the arms of your God. No evil befall you here. The sound of your cry like a baby bear to its Mother’s ears. She delays not, her anger roars like an inferno. Her claws swipe and swallow up till not one threat remain.
Her cub saved, yet again.
Sing His praise! May all ears hear the mercy of our God! How He saves all who call upon His love. Gather your young, sing, tell of a Father’s grace that never leaves nor forsakes.
Return to your rest, O my soul, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.