Hidden With Christ in God

I hide, under the cover of His wings
When disappointment and sorrow surround me,
Here I can behold the goodness and kindness of my God, the One who loves me,
   the One who created me. 

When the stress of life is overwhelming and deadlines seem impossible,
I hide, take cover under His wings,
There He reminds me that He is big, He is able to sustain me, strengthen me, help me.

When my heart aches with anxiety for a loved one,
I hide, in His arms,
Here He reminds me that He knows all things, He is able, His love is strong enough 
   to deliver, to help, to cover, to protect, to keep.

When the lies of the enemy taunt me,
I run, into the arms of my Daddy,
He whispers His sweet words of truth to me, his sweet words of love.

When the need of provision is great and the natural screams, "impossible"
I run, and hide in His tent,
He surrounds me with His bigness, His promises, and allows me to rest
   convincing me that all things are possible with Him.

Hidden with Christ in God,
What a privileged place to be!!

So necessary for me to stay here.