Sonnet

He made my mouth a sharp sword.
And hid me in the shadow of His hand.
It is not enough to cry Lord, Lord.
We must wade through doubt as through clinging sand.

Are we really that sharpened arrow.
Concealed in His quiver.
Or is our witness buried deep as in an ancient barrow.
Do we hold truth close to our breast or are determined to deliver.

Do we really see ourselves as his servant.
In whom and only in whom we can be glorified.
Or do we drift in life’s rising and ebbing current.
In what or in whom do we truly take pride.

Can we say hand on heart, my cause was with the Lord.
Or did we just go with the horde.

Haiku

Can I truly say
My main cause was with the Lord
Or went with the crowd