To the Chief Musician
by Timothy Murphy
“Break the teeth in their mouths, Oh Lord!” he cried.
We Christians can no longer pray this way
to Him our mortal sins have crucified,
but at our funerals we often say:
“Where shall I find my refuge and hold fast
except under the shadow of Thy wings
until all my calamities are past?”
So from antiquity King David sings.
Previously Published in The Raintown Review http://www.theraintownreview.com/
