You have taken my hand,
Picked me up and dusted the sand.
My tears you have wiped,
Surrounded me gently throughout the night.
I see your face
In every plant, creature and space.
I hear your voice,
The sweetest whisper among the noise.
I will run,
Away from this world and it’s setting sun.
I will flee,
Into the arms that will always hold me.
June 28, 2011
“God’s a safe-house for the battered,
a sanctuary during bad times.
The moment you arrive, you relax;
you’re never sorry you knocked.”
– Psalm 9:9-10
(The Message Bible)