Psalm 3:3 (KJV)
“But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.”

Sonnet

O Lord, a shield for all who seek Thy grace,
Thou guard’st their souls when foes in wrath arise.
Thy boundless might bids fear to yield its place,
A fortress strong beneath the stormy skies.
Their glory, Thou, who crowns each weary brow,
Dost lift their gaze when sorrow weighs them low.
In darkest night, Thy light reveals the how
To stand unbowed where bitter winds may blow.
No enemy can pierce Thy holy guard,
Nor steal the hope Thy presence doth afford.
With Thee, their hearts are ever upward starred,
Thy hand sustains through paths by all explored.
O Lifter of their heads, their trust is Thine,
Their shield, their glory, evermore divine.