Friday, March 26, 2010

Place of Shelter

"Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me. I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest--I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm."

"When darkness seems to hide His face,
 I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale, 
my anchor holds within in the veil.

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