'My Fortress Strong' Poem by Linda Winchell

I thought my fortress walls were strong,
But I couldn’t have been so very wrong,
For the mortar which I had wood and brick mended,
Needed more of holier ingredient blended.

The winds came up and battered around,
All of which I had toiled to make,
But with one gust it blew it all aside,
It didn’t really take that much to shake.

All that was left standing was my foundation once built,
The rest of my fortress was now at a ninety five degree angles tilt,
Somewhere along my journey I had forgotten,
If not maintained with God’s word, it would all fall and be rendered rotten.

I’ll make the time to fix and repair,
And give my Lord His just and daily share,
I’ll rework the mortar down on my knees,
And ask the Lord to supply all of my daily needs.

By: Linda Winchell