Friday, September 23, 2011

Pslam 27:5

"For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock."

I'm in the pit.
They can't find me now.
I'm in the darkest place,
in the a gloom
where they cannot pursue.

Why do you cry your blood is enough
to cover me?

I am in the womb of preparation.
Immersed in the waters of affliction.
And you know I'm here.
But, they can't find me.
No one pursues me now.

In this place, I must patiently wait
to be lifted up.

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