My God, I Will Trust…

My refuge, my strength I trust no other.

He saves me from harm

And saves me from self and shame

Protected, folded in his arms, why am I afraid?

Loneliness compasses me, covering my soul

Darkness tempts me, its cruel voices rise,

They call out to me and I hear them,

Where now is he who is your refuge and your strength?

He has turned from you in pity.

Cries ascend, fear and doubt descend on me, I cannot see.

Life pauses for a time, or two or more, and still there is nothing .

Tired, I rest my eyes against the pain.

I slump in agony and nothingness.

Then are my ears open and finally I hear.

I listen to that still, small melody;

So swift, so quiet, so easily missed.

I hear it, I remember its sweet tune and I know.

It is He who comes softly;

My Refuge who rises with the morning sun;

And kisses the fragrant dawn with sweet words of comfort.

I need no other.

His time is his and his work is perfect

He is known of me and I of him.

In the night and in the day, He is become my song and I follow him.   

Reference: Psalm 91 verse 1 and 2

He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty . I will say of the Lord, he is my refuge and my fortress: my God in him will I trust.