Hiding In Your Cloak

I walk through the storms and huricanes of hell,
And you hold my hand.
I hide in your cloke of light,
And you chase away the darkness.
I try to run,
And you're rigth there waiting with arms open wide when I return.
When all seems dark and hopeless,
Your light breaks through the coldness and returns me to life.
Through the calm and through the storm,
You never thought to let go of me.
On top the highest mountain,
And the lowest ocean trench,
You still hold on.
And when the day comes,
For me to return home,
Still I will praise you.
Lord you never let go of me.



Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 02:27

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Teala
What a heartfelt, moving piece of love and devotion to the Lord. Excellent imagery and thought..bravo!
2007-01-17


Phyllis J. Rhodes
You have become like David, a psalmist who is after God's own heart. You have mine already! this is so lovely.
2007-01-17