Firm Planted

To separate and to divide, to redefine things once held dear. The distances grow ever wide; the isolation leads to fear. I think we’re headed for some grief; more troubled times lie in our way. As faith gives way to unbelief, confusion seems to rule the day. Our institutions lose our trust. Unmoored, folk find it hard to cope. But these are things that rot and rust, and not where we should place our hope. Hold fast, hold firm, dismiss the lies, the adversary’s crafty talk. Times such as these are no surprise to feet firm planted on the rock.