This exegetical poem is based on Psalm 46:1-9, as well as my Pentecost 21 sermon for All Saints’ Day 2019.
God is my refuge and strength, —
He is present in every trouble.
Thus, I fear not earth’s short length, —
even though it will come to rubble.
Even though mountains tremble
and waters flood and soar,
I am not filled with fear dreadful,
even as the nations roar.
For there is the city of God
with a still, lifegiving river.
God sits enthroned there abroad, —
the city that does not quiver.
Even though the nations rage,
the voice of the Lord subdues them;
for the King reigns in every age, —
He is our Fortress in this slum.
For behold the works of the Lord:
He brings an end to every war
as He works to kill the evil horde,
for it is evil He abhors.