Where does your help come from?
Did you enlist the chariots and their horses?
Sure that they would run as fast as the wind
To scoop you up to safety
And take you from the battle?
Or did you look to your hind’s feet?
You would run from the arrows in the day
And the pestilence by night
You would be shielded by your speed
And your beating heart would still
Or did you, as the many do,
Look to the city gates?
Bearing a surety that the walls high
And the bricks and mortar strong
Would keep you from the raging troublers
Did you hope that the city would grant you shelter?
Or did you throw your heart to positivity?
Did you assure yourself that good vibes
Could and would settle the distressing vibrations of the earth beneath your feet?
Do you think that the ground is solid in itself for you to stand on and not stumble?
I ask because I seek anwers
I seek answers because you need to ask
You need to ask because you need to know
You need to know where to look to
I lift my eyes to the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth and the hills
Some trust in chariots, some trust in horses
But my help is in the name of the Lord