We have a strong city.
To guard us he has set around us wall and rampart.
Above all we need pity.
Faithfulness will be a start.

I dreamt that I was driving in a city in the rain.
Suddenly I turned aside to avoid a jam , now I could see far.
But I was now in an empty, flat featureless blasted plain.
And as I drove all power left my car.

And all seemed hopeless and I ground to a halt.
And then suddenly I was in a happy crowded wedding banquet in a church.
All doubt vanished , with nothing could I find fault.
I was free now , while before I had been left in the lurch.

It was as if the gates had been opened.
And the righteous had been allowed in, happy if chastened.