O Cleft in the Rock

cleft of the rock

O Cleft in the Rock, you hide me well

when winter winds and storms compel

my mind to live in frozen lands,

or sifting snows bark harsh commands;

it’s then that, hidden, heart can cling

to den of  hibernating Spring,

where soul finds rest from Winter’s grip,

and faith finds home, where hope won’t slip.


Balancing the straight and narrow,

faltering,  just like the sparrow

seen by eyes of ‘whelming grace,

held by loving hands in place.


This bench top made me think of ‘walking the plank’ – and the parallels to life immediately sprang to mind!