Hedge Up My Way

 Hedge up my way with thorns and make a wall around me. So that destruction, confusion and chaos cannot find me. 

Let what was once a fruitful vineyard, become a forest. Let mirth and feast days be ceased, so there be no celebration of those who seek my demise.

Let every open door be closed and hope be lost. No melody of songs singing or birds chirping 

Those who have set traps in their haste to capture me, let them be entangled in its nets. Let their drink be sour. Let the wind bind my enemies up in their wings and let them be ashamed of their cunning.

Open their eyes and let them behold the treasures in my castle. For I am not broken to pieces. I am not without a covering  in the desert. I am not forsaken and I am not forgotten.

There is no rottenness in my bones. I will always have a home, while theirs be taken away...

because they do not acknowledge their offence and abolish their hate.

Their goodness is as a morning cloud. As the early dew, it goes away. Their own words will slay them, as an oven heated by the baker. 

My enemies will forever be a cake that is not turned and a silly dove without heart. I will fly free as the eagle and watch as the rage of their tongue make them fall.