Psalm 3 Poem by Parker Perrella

My enemies, they multiply,
The most bitter of all afflictions-
They say about me,
"There is no help for him in God"-
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? *
To be deserted by my God is worse than being despised by all of my enemies.

But you, Lord, are a shield around me-
My protection above, beneath, around, within, without
You surround me entirely.
My glory-
Oh how magnificent is the hope of future glory amid present shame!
Defense for the defenseless,
Glory for the despised,
Joy for the comfortless-
None can compare to the greatness of your name!
My God, I cry aloud to you
And you answer me from your holy mountain!

So I lay my head down to sleep
Upon a pillow of faith-
In holy confidence.
I wake again because of He who sustains.

Arise, Lord!
For my enemies shall fall at your feet!
Save me, my God!
For your glory shall be their defeat!
Salvation belongs to the Lord-
Not by the will or power of man-
May His divine, distinguishing love and blessings
Be subject to constant adoration!