A little meditation on Psalm 62 resulted in the following two poems:

    Once Has God Spoken

                Once has God spoken

                Yeah, twice have I heard,

     That His is the power—

                It’ writ in God’s word:

    Trust not in oppression,

                Trust not in the sword,

     For power, all power

                Belongs to the Lord.

                Unto Him power,

                Yea, power belongs,

     And unto Him mercy,

                And judgement of wrongs.

     My God is my refuge

                In Him will I trust.

     I know He’ll defend me;

                His judgement is just.

                I can do nothing.

                My God is the one;

     Christ Jesus is able;

                He speaks, and it’s done.

     I'll trust Him forever,

                And trust Him alone.

     His strength is made perfect;

                My weaknesss I own.

                He is not weary,

                Creator of all,

     Though man at his strongest

                Will utterly fall.

     His strength He will give me,

                Whose blessing I seek,

     For it is His glory

                To strengthen the weak.

                A Refuge

                That a refuge we need

                Is quite certain indeed

     In this age of such sorrow and strife.

                Every man has his way

                His own pain to allay,

    And to bury the hurts in his life.

                There is nowhere to hide,

                Where my soul would abide,

     But in Christ, who gives comfort and rest.

                Though men other ways try,

                Yet they cannot deny

     That their efforts are vain at the best.

                Every other defence

                Is a tottering fence,

     But the rock of my refuge is sure.

                A safe harbor He forms

                In the wildest of storms,

     And I’m lodged where my soul is secure.

                They’ll be slain one and all

                Who would lean on the wall

     That the world would provide for support,

                But my soul won’t be moved,

                For my Savior I’ve proved,

     And to Him as my stay I resort.

                Though I’m frailer tha frail,

                My God never will fail,

     For His power will never grow dim,

                And His mercy is great

                To the ones who will wait,

     And who anchor for refuge in Him.