I want to run
and hide
in the dark corner
of a quiet cathedral
alone
without words
worries
or fears
dig deep
a warm shelter
for the night
waiting
for the storm
to pass
but
when churchbells
starts ringing
and I hear
someone
in another corner
whispering
his urgent prayer
I have to admit
my Hidingplace
is on a different level
so
here
I am
Lord
take me
as I am
and send me out
in the darkness
of the night
let me recognise
Your whirling whispers
the strong wind
of Your love
the stormy wheathers
of an unknown future
the hearts
that seek You
in the moments
of surrender
You are a Hidingplace
indeed
not for the diggers
and those who wait
in silent places
but for the doers
and the daring
the workers
and those who pray
in he middle
of their broken dreams
the powerless
and the worriers
the ones who lost
all images
of You
when
everything else
is gone
You are the One
who stays
the Rock
strong and stable
the Shelter
for the storm
protect me Lord
on my way out
with the wings
of your care
I know
You know me
take all my fears
break through
my silence
and make
my footsteps
firm
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