refuge {jan 2008}

You see me even with my hard hat of doubt blocking You out. I don’t realize that it is sometimes.
I need to know that I’m going to be okay; I’m afraid of what You’re going to take away, for my good somehow.

I’m afraid of holding on to things, (what if I get hurt?)
but
I cling desperately to it all.

I’m scared of what awaits me around the corner… (yet You lead me onward)

Flow over my heart as a river does… please don’t leave me, though I leave you so often…
Your grace is to me a place to rest, a refuge