The Bastion 1985

I can but trust You

You are my Rock, my Fortress
And from the safety of Your battlements
I watch, amazed, as Your enemies assail You
Flinging themselves like showers of confetti
On Your massive bulwarks and ramparts
I watch, amazed, as they slither harmlessly down and disappear
Like dust in the ground.

From this grace, this high Zion,
I toil at my labors
I tend my charges
I go on with my daily and common things
As daily,
You draw nearer to me,
As my time approaches

Split me open like a chrysalis
Free me of this cocoon so I can fly to you
Magnificent and resplendent in the raiment You cover me with

I can but trust You
My Rock.  My Saviour.  My Fortress.
Comfort like this the world hath not.
Vision like this the world will not.
Love like this, the world can not.