softly singing a sweet song

I’m confused:
the things I know
are greater by far
in number and weight
than the things I don’t
yet it is that
which I don’t know
that weighs on me
that makes me sigh
and steals my joy

they crowd together
they rush to the front
they demand attention
these questions
these problems
is there no answer?
is there no solution?
I need a sword!
I need a shield!
I need a helmet!
they buffet me -
I need an anchor!

I hear a Voice softly
singing a sweet song:
The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
the righteous runneth into it and is safe

O my soul, it’s time to run!