'You are My Hiding Place'

Somedays fear starts to grip something fierce. You can't run.

You remember to breathe. Breath in grace. Draw it in deep.

But it is blindly living the moments of the present that can make you forget.

That you have to look back and recount His deeds to know that you can go on.

The Gentle Shepherd carries you in the crook of His arm.

Holds you in the valley of waiting.

Gives you His peace for the present.

Surrounds you with His steadfast love.

Makes you lie down in His presence.

With the calm assurance that He is enough.

"You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in your word."