The storms of life
Against me rage,
But hide me Lord
In Your secret place.
I need a refuge
From all life's harms,
Gather me Lord
In Your arms.
I run to You
And find shelter there,
Where I am safe
And in Your care.
For You oh Lord
Are my covering,
It’s there I find
The peace You bring.
And all is well…
Should I descend
Into a chasm dark,
Then hide me Lord
Within Your heart.
Though shadows fall
In places of deep night,
Your Presence is there
To bring the light.
When darkness descends
And I’m in despair,
Come oh Lord
Tabernacle with me there.
And in this place
Of deep suffering,
Safety is found in the
Shadow of Your wings.
And all is well…
Cover me with
Your canopy of love,
Let my mind dwell
On things above.
Though sickness may
Take me from my home,
With You oh Lord
I’m never alone.
You are my help
My secret abode,
I hide in You
And there find hope.
No matter my trials
Or where I dwell,
You’re there with me
And all is well.
And all is well…
(By: Melanie Boutiette: dedicated to so many people who face the deep trials of physical suffering; circa May 20, 2021.)