He is my hiding place.
He is where I run to.
Where I let the harshness of the world fall at my side and find rest in the easiness of His yoke.
I rest in His presence and He
renews me. When my burdens are are too heavy to carry, He lifts them from me. I escape the darkness and run into His light, free from what was holding me.
I leave behind all of the pain,
all of my failings and regrets.
I let my old grave clothes come undone.
I let them fall away and leave them behind.
I am no longer bound by what I was or who I used to be.
I step out from the pit and stand in His glory.
He calls me to by name and takes me by His hand and places me on level ground.
He doesn’t let me stumble or fall.
He is my Savior, who is always waiting to rescue me. He pours His divine strength into me and breathes new life within me.
He has resurrected hope when it was dead,
He has healed me with His Word.
He has redeemed me and set me free.
He is my resting place,
my most sacred place.
He is my God, my shadow of goodness.
He covers me
and protects me.
He is my safe place, unlike any other.
He is my God.
He is my hiding place that I
will run to over and over again.
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