Fortress

The edge of protection II Samuel 22:2 ““The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer

There are days when my strength deceives me

I can manufacture the ability to stand my ground

I can rely on myself or those around me wrapped in skin

I grow tired

Windblown

There are days the wind blows hard

I fight against it

I climb

I stumble

I fall

Fortress

You pick me up and hide me in the cleft of the rock

Safe in your fortress, I surrender

I find rest

My back aches, my feet are tired and I am weary

Carry me

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