Spies brought the bad report

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Spies brought the bad report,

There was wailing in the camp,

We are like grasshoppers,

In front of those men.

It displeased the Lord,

Forty years in the wilderness,

Israel had to wander,

Because of its foolishness.

We're they weak with the Lord,

They didn't count,

Him as their strength,

I won't do that blunder.

I am sure of His strength,

He protects me,

As one protects one's eyes,

What more reassurance can I find