I feel the breath of life spring forth,
I sense it is time to grow,
I must ascend to a higher course,
Where living waters flow.
The climb may take a rocky turn,
But God will see me through,
He gives me hind’s feet, swift and sure,
I’ll not be tripped or moved.
His well, my source of strength awaits,
To quench, when I must drink,
He takes me from the earthen clay,
To the rock, so I won’t sink.
When a storm is drawing near,
I hide beneath the cleft,
The load is light enough to bear,
Under His wings, He gives me rest.
The sun’s hot rays won’t scorch or hurt,
In the shadow of His love.
His refuge waits at every turn,
His grace, much more than enough.
My destiny, His secret place,
His glory greets me there,
In quiet, I am warm and safe,
I speak to God in prayer.
Psalms 91:1 He who dwells in the secret place of the most high shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty [Whose power no foe can withstand].
