How many are enraged, the petty and the small?

Disgruntled archers shoot sharp, piercing arrows, all.

I long for the safety of your garrison’s fort!

Why do I come to You as only last resort?

When I look to humans for sense of importance

I’ll always miss the trail to Your solid fortress.

A mighty fortress, God, strong and towering walls.

Our shield from sharp arrows as only He bids fall.

(Psalm 91:1-2)