A shadowed place, I rest in;
A shadowed place is mine.
As I stop to rest, my mind must test…
What shadow did I find?
Is the shadow one of darkness
That shields me from His truth?
Or is the shadow one of light
That gives me room to bloom?
In the shadow,
Do I flee His face?
Is the shadow His,
A gift of grace?
As the shadow falls,
Does light still shine?
Do I wither and fade,
Or do I find
I’m in…
The shadow of His wings?

ADW 2007