The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. (Proverbs 18: 10)
we lived behind the wall in the world,
the one that snakes invisibly through
keeping us from the rain and dew
oh how can that possibly ever be true
said someone officially snide and rude
you had no roof!
so say you was my reply!
out of the deep and thunderous skies
God was our roof, He stretched one arm
keeping us free of official harm.
mary angela douglas 8 january 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You were in Nature, allowed to experience its beneficence and majesty. Providence feeds our souls with nature's bounty, and some are blessed not to suffer from want.