Vain is the help of man

a poem by R.A. Jacob

Vain is the help of man,

Whose favour is as shifting sand,

I can't seek human favour,

You can better understand.

At my knees I plead and intercede,

For I know if you favour,

No human shield I need,

Protection of the protector I need.

Can someone hurt the eye of the Lord,

No it can never be,

I bank on His protection,

No human shield I need.

His shield is my vanguard,

His shield is my defence,

His shield is just sufficient,

His shield is my defence.