Lord, how we need Your healing balm
To soothe our fears and keep us calm.
For Your touch we deeply yearn,
As challenge lurks at every turn.
When we're anxious You bring peace.
In Your presence worries cease.
Hidden in Your secret place
We can find deep rest and grace.
You bring balance when we lean
And keep us safe from the unseen.
You know all our circumstance,
So we don't have to live "by chance".
"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust."
Psalm 91:1-2 KJV
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf