As the cold wind blows,
And the waves crash once again,
Abyss fills the air,
And the sky darkens with pain,
Will you be there, and lead me by the hand?
When the path is rough,
And the land seems parched.
When the fight becomes tough,
And the journey fills with void.
Will you be there, and lead me by the hand?
I’ve made my choice and my soul is at rest.
I’ll choose to run and I will hide,
Behind the pillar of your great might.
A secret place, of comfort and grace.
The utterance of silence is all I need.
Questions of the essence, reduces to mere questions.
The nemesis of life, all swept away with fright.
Only one thing is needful, to cherish and to hold.
At your feet, I’ll sit, where abundance of grace will flow.