Turmoil without, tumult within –
this daily survival is wearing thin;
where do I turn when my heart is sore and wary?
Limbs that are strong, arms that are true,
Bulwark unfailing, I run to You;
hidden by Heart that beats a sanctuary.
Turmoil without, tumult within –
this daily survival is wearing thin;
where do I turn when my heart is sore and wary?
Limbs that are strong, arms that are true,
Bulwark unfailing, I run to You;
hidden by Heart that beats a sanctuary.
Wow-wonderful again, Melody!
Thank you Caddo!
This one really touched me, thinking of running to Him. God bless you as you seek Him, your sanctuary!
Thank you, Debbie. What life lives in your words of encouragement – a fresh breeze to a parched soul, indeed….