Today... 'My Hiding Place From The Wind' - Poem by Roy Allen
The storms can ravage and the mighty winds may blow
but for me there is a secure hiding where I can go
It is beneath the cross of Jesus where I can stand
The shadow of a mighty rock in this weary land
So Satan may roar and try his best to claim me back
But my Lord has conquered him and stops him in his track
For the Devil can no longer have any hold on me
Because Jesus died and gave His life to set me free
In Him and Him alone my security is found
He is my covert from the tempest raging around.
For I am eternally safe in Jesus my Lord
taking my stand in Him and resting upon His word.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness, and princes shall rule in judgment.
And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
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Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty Rock Within a weary land.
A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat And the burden of the day
Upon the cross of Jesus Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears Two wonders I confess:
The wonders of redeeming love And my unworthiness.
I take, O cross, thy shadow For my abiding place,
I ask no other sunshine Than the sunshine of His face.
Content to let the world go by, To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self, my only shame, My glory all the cross.
O safe and happy shelter, O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting place where heaven's love And heaven's justice meet!
As to the holy patriarch That wondrous dream was giv'n,
So seems my Savior's cross to me, A ladder up to heav'n.
The Bible calls You by many names
each one giving a glimpse of Your glory.
Like a cut diamond radiating in the sun
with every facet depicting an aspect
of Your Divine Nature.
Today I have thought of You as
'My Hiding Place from the wind'
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