A Cry from Stone – the Heart’s own Cave –
Where Fear’s sharp Teeth – do gnaw and rave –
Beneath His Wings – a Refuge sweet –
Till Storm’s fierce Roar – shall find retreat –
The Lions prowl – their Tongues like Swords –
Yet Heaven sends – its faithful Words –
A Love that soars – to Skies unseen –
A Truth that holds – where Shadows lean –
Exalted high – above the Earth –
His Glory shines – through Pain’s own birth –
The Net they spread – their own Feet claim –
While Steadfast Heart – sings out His Name –
Awake, my Soul – with Harp and Lyre –
Call Dawn to rise – with Holy Fire –
His Faithfulness – outstrips the Skies –
And Nations hear – when Truth’s Song flies –
… teknaTruth … on Psalm 57