The proud their bows are bending
to shoot us in the dark,
but God is in his temple
and never will depart.
The wicked fix their arrows
and draw their bowstrings back,
but I will not despair, no,
though swift comes their attack.
For God sees all their violence
before they string their bows—
just as he sees the righteous—
and well their plans he knows.
They lift their swords for conquest
and strike the poor man door;
God seeks a different harvest
and bends their swords to plows.
If I fly to the mountains,
a terror-driven dove,
I'd not escape their hounding—
they can't escape God's love.
In God I take my refuge,
and they are in him, too.
In comfort or in terror,
we all will be made new.
Drawing a bow, from a 1908 archery manual By Maurice Thompson – The witchery of archery: a complete manual of archery. With many chapters of …, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8687330
Kate Bluett 