THE SECRET RESTING PLACE

When the stormy rain comes

And along with it the darkness

Your arms hug me and calm me

Your brolly defends me as a fortress

So I perceive I am not on my own

And nothing can disarray my being

For thou are my breadwinner and king

My progenitor, my breath and my home.

I have ever endured the wilderness

Meanwhile You have made me last as a flying eagle

Above the clouds I was Gliding and soaring

Though one tries to cut my wings

Surely You will make me stand

For in thee, Jesus, I can really rest.