Battlements
by Mark W Terpinhttps://allpoetry.com/Mwterpin
Your presence brings me hope and joy
That weaponry cannot destroy.
When sore assailed by woe and grief,
In You my soul obtains relief.
To quench all missiles hurled aflame,
I call upon Your matchless Name.
Above the din and brash alarms,
I'm cradled safely in Your arms.
