Things are bad, Yahweh,
Real bad.
There’s a whole crowd out to get me.
Even more stand on the sidelines
Shaking their heads.
“God won’t help him. He’s hopeless.”
They may have numbers,
But they don’t have the truth of things,
For you, Yahweh, are on my side.
My protection and purpose are wrapped up in you.
When I call to Yahweh, he answers.
Worship isn’t just a one-way affair.
I’m so secure, I slip into sleep
Nothing disturbs my slumber.
There is real rest with our God.
Even with ten thousand guns pointed at me,
I’d sleep like a baby.
Get up, God! And get going!
Erase my enemies.
Wipe them from the table.
Sweep them out with the trash.
Yahweh holds it all together.
The God-life is the good life.