Be My Shield

Psalm 3:3

But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.

LM Worship. Armley[b] ver. 1,2,3,4,5,8
A morning Psalm
Isaac Watts

O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
But my defence and hope is God.

Tired with burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry:
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.

Supported by thy heavenly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.

But God sustained me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:
He raised my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.

Riding along the familiar pathway at a slow pace, a brisk breeze pulling me along. Weak in the flesh from the previous days efforts,
today was a relief not to push the pace. Coming to the tracks leading into the pine wood barrens towards Olustee, I stopped to raise an evening cry. Down the tracks toward town, the sunset glistened off the steel and my thoughts returned to those in need, in desperate places. This journey is not just for the inner man, but for those residing alongside tracks, broken, weary and worn, laying down their head at night, sleep eluding them. May they have their heads raised to see, to make his praise their morning song.