"You are my Hiding Place; You protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.
Psalm 32:7

Lord, You are my Hiding Place
In this remote cave of solitude,
As my soul gropes in empty space,
And I thirst for inner fortitude.

Like Elijah, I am in hiding,
And I fear the howling winds of life,
The violent earthquake of losing
That shatters my hopes like a knife.

In the strong winds, You are not there
Neither are You in the fierce earthquake,
But You come in a quiet whisper,
With loving care, my soul You take.

You cradle me with Your assurance
Like a newborn in his mother's arms,
"My child, there will be no circumstance
I will ever leave you to Harm.

You are the apple of My eye,
And you are My treasured possession,
My Son ransomed you when He died
On Calvary's Cross, at Crucifixion.

As My child you have My Spirit
To assure that I'm always with you-
He is an Eternal Deposit,
To guide you and your strength renew.

You know I will never leave you
And I promised I will not forsake,
All My promises will hold you through
And light the path your life will take."

So in absolute surrender,
In quiet trust I lay at Your Feet,
I'm thankful that You are my Potter,
When life is over we will meet.