let me hide myself in Thee
let the water and the blood
from Thy wounded side which flowed
be of sin the double cure
save from wrath and make me pure
nothing in my hands I bring
simply to the cross I cling
naked, come to Thee for dress
helpless, look to Thee for grace
foul, I to the fountain fly
wash me, Savior, or I die
which seems to be crumbling
and falling and almost
beyond hope?
people gunned down
simply for being
in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
young children
young teens
young adults
sold or misled or captured
into the billion dollar
sex trafficking world
which can be described only as
hell on earth.
children dying from hunger
from disease
as mothers' tears fall
like the rain onto faces
so innocent
so precious.
wars raging
families fleeing
willing to risk death
in flimsy rubber rafts
for a chance to escape
certain death at home.
and who will take them in?
lifeless toddlers
wash up on foreign shores
and the world is gripped
yet so soon we forget.
and sadly the list of horrors
and tragedies and heartbreak
could
go
on
forever.
hopeless?
from all appearances, perhaps.
but in all reality,
nothing is hopeless
if Jesus is still our
Rock of ages.
and. He. is.
words from a hymn penned
centuries ago.
words of comfort.
words of grace.
words of hope.
"...let me hide myself in Thee..."
in the cleft of the rock.
where God placed Moses,
covering him with a hand of
love so tender.
why?
because Moses
longed to see
His glory.
to know beyond a
shadow of a doubt
that his God knew him.
and loved him.
and perhaps this same rocky
mountaintop is where a weary
and defeated and depressed
Elijah came face to face
with the very same God.
and he, too, found himself
bathed in the lovelight of
God Himself.
and could a heart ask for anymore?
so take heart, weary soul.
the battle is already won.
Jesus is on the throne, our
King of kings and Lord of lords.
and He lifts the chins of us
weary and wounded souls,
whispering words of comfort.
words of quiet.
words with no
words even needed.
and He holds all in His hands.
while I draw this fleeting breath
when my eyelids close in death
when I rise to worlds unknown
and behold Thee on Thy throne
Rock of ages, cleft for me
let me hide myself in Thee!
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