Every Last Drop

Death of Yesterday

Stand guard over me.
Protect me from myself.
Build a nook, a shelf,
high above it all
where yesterday can't find
me and past is past—
below, behind.

Tomorrow, my soul will unravel into riot.

But for today,
take me away
from open skies.
Hide me away
in the heights
where frights
don't reach
and time
don't teach
any lesson
but sleep.

Tomorrow, I will be face-to-face with Goliath.

Guard me till
I can rise up.
And even still
when I size up
the giant,
be there.
The angel to David.
My world caves in,
but still I stay in
perfect peace.
With You over me,
my refuge, my shield,
I will not waver or kneel.
to any man.

Right now, I am battered,
and I don't understand.
But hide me in the palm
of Your hand
until the night is drowning in
the sun's reaching rays.
Till I escape the maze,
the giant finally slayed,
and memories fade with
the death of yesterday.