You have camped about my City
My precious timeless City
You have sent your emissaries
To force the King to yield.
You have boasted of your power
And of other gods defeated
But this is your fateful hour
And I’ll drive you from the field.
In your violence and slaughter
You have terrified the masses
And your horsemen and your arrows
Are as swift as lightning’s stroke.
But I know your place of dwelling
And your coming and your going
And your braying ‘gainst Jehovah
Shall be proved a pointless joke.
Note: Let this be said of all oppressors and tormentors who come up against God’s community, God’s children of special favour. Grace has NOT taken away His sword of protection. In effect He says to the enemy “I know where you live”.