2.Many are saying to me, “There is no help for you in God.”
3.But you Lord, are a shield around me, my glory and the one who lifts up my head.
4.I cry aloud to the Lord and he answers me from his holy hill.
Many are lost in the valley of commerce.
They are slaves to the masters of production.
They say we will be happy
when we have everything the world has to offer.
They are tied to the wheel of perpetual doing
which appears to move but really goes nowhere.
They have no time for the sacred
and do not hear the cries of those are hungry;
the ones who are deprived of a livelihood.
Many are saying to me, “There is no help for you in God.”
But you, the Divine One within, have guided me this far.
Shall I not trust you to bring me home?
You are the inner compass which directs my journey.
You lead me as down a garden path.
You speak wisdom through my mouth
and open my ears to hear the wisdom of others.
Though I see the terrors of the world,
you help me to focus on the beauty.
I depend on your grace.
Some say you are dead.
But You, O Lord are a shield around me
My glory and the one who lifts up my head.
My heart calls to you every day.
You answer me in the silence within,
in the words of another, in a glance, a touch.
You have opened a door within me
that will never close.
My will is your will.
I cry aloud to the Lord
And he answers me from his holy hill.