Post by Honeylioness on Oct 13, 2015 20:32:39 GMT -5
SECURITY
Where can I go from your presence?
Where can I go to hide from thee?
If I take the wings of the morning,
It’s your spirit that’s lifting my wings.
If the mountains should crumble before me,
Stormy waters wash away all I hold dear.
Still I’ll count on your strong arms to hold me
In the Ark of your presence so near.
When I come to the end of my journey,
One thing’s sure I am trusting where I’ll be,
On the shores of that glorious city
Where the Lamb waits to welcome me.
~ Rebecca Dawson
March 2013
Where can I go from your presence?
Where can I go to hide from thee?
If I take the wings of the morning,
It’s your spirit that’s lifting my wings.
If the mountains should crumble before me,
Stormy waters wash away all I hold dear.
Still I’ll count on your strong arms to hold me
In the Ark of your presence so near.
When I come to the end of my journey,
One thing’s sure I am trusting where I’ll be,
On the shores of that glorious city
Where the Lamb waits to welcome me.
~ Rebecca Dawson
March 2013