For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his
tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock. Psalms 27:5
Hide me in your heart, under your wing
Into your pavilion bring
Me, under your ark of peace and protection.
Safely, so that I may avoid detection.
Hide me from mine own destructive devices
Priceless prices and evil entices
Place me in your soothing streams
Far from this silent scream
Swaddled like a new born babe
Your quiet reassurance is all I crave.
Annette M. Parrott