Hidden In The Cleft

I cry out to be hidden in the cleft. The storms upon me tear at my heart. They want to take apart my resolve. They whip around me trying to remove my peace. I run to my shelter, my refuge. Here I am to remain until I am shown the path, where my next step is to go forth. I will wait, being of good courage, my strength will come again. When the hour is darkest, I will sing louder still, knowing my praise will bring the light of hope.

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