A poem on Psalm 27.
The Lord’s my Light—my Saving Grace.
Of whom shall I fear to face?
The Stronghold of my life is He.
What foe could rise and trouble me?
When evildoers sought my fall,
their strength dissolved—their plans grew small.
Though armies rise, my heart won’t fear,
for God’s Protection is always near.
One thing I seek, and this I Pray,
to dwell within His House each day, —
to gaze upon His Beauty bright
and learn His Will through day and night.
In trouble’s hour, He hides my soul, —
within His Tent, He keeps me Whole.
Upon a Rock, He lifts my head
above the foes my heart once dread.
With shouts of Joy, I’ll raise my Song,
and in His Courts, I’ll linger long.
O Lord, hear now the Voice I bring;
have Mercy as to You I sing.
Your Face I seek; O do not hide.
Be Near, my God—my Hope and Guide.
Though father, mother, both may flee,
the Lord will Hold and carry me.
Teach me Your Way, make Straight my path, —
defend me from my Rival’s wrath.
I Trust I’ll see Your Goodness shine
and Rest within Your Love divine.
So Wait, my soul—be strong, take heart;
for God is Near; His works impart.
With Patient hope, through Trials grim,
I’ll wait in Trust and strength for Him.
The Lutheran Column 