The Horn of My Salvation
February 06th, 2024 by G.
Someone smarter than me can tell me if this is a poem or what.
The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliver;
My God, my strength, in whom I will trust;
My buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
The horn of my salvation.
The horn of rescue.
The horn of the infantry are here.
The bugle of the cavalry coming over the hill.
Roland winding his horn and hearing, o blessedly near! the answering clarion.
The bell of the boxer’s round is done.
The church bell, the evening bell, the day is over.
The last trump.
Your surprised laugh when you find it all worked out in the end.
Your home greeting–Daddy!–at the end of the day.
