I rest in a refuge…
Of precious stone, built;
Grouted in love
Through precious blood spilt.
The walls that surround
Have no end, have no bound.
No lasting harm
Can find its way over or ’round
The Refuge, the Rock, the Lord
My Refuge, My Rock, My Lord.

I bask in a shelter…
From elements, braced;
Hid from the harmful,
He shields my face
‘Til His time is complete
And the work here done,
‘Til He deems the time right
And sends me on…
My Refuge, My Rock, My Lord.

A.D.W.

July 2008