Sweetly, my soul finds comfort in God,
my safety blanket comes from him.
Sweetly, he is my granite ledge,
my saving hand. He is my shelter,
I am never bid farewell.
How long will you cover my body
inside well-stitched clothing,
as my timidity hiding behind muscles fair?
Will you questions push shame beneath
pale face—this shy mouth,
these ever tearing blues?
Surely, they plan bowing me down
from my joying place;
they rejoice in deceit.
Mouths as my own, proclaim:
God be with you! In their heart,
they curse, No, my Father, be with me!
Go on my soul, find rest in dearest friend;
my hope resides in him.
Sweetly, he is my granite ledge,
my saving hand. He is my shelter,
I am never bid farewell.
My grace, truth come way his love;
he is my mighty stronghold, my cleft.
Trust in him morning light, on, you all;
pour out your precious heart
before him. He will listen,
for he takes great concern in his children.
Surely those born into poverty are but a breath;
the rich but a lie.
If measured, they come up equal,
wind blowing through your hair.
Do not put trust in extortion,
vain hope in what guilty hands have stolen;
your goods may increase,
dont let them become heart’s downfall.
One truth God has said,
two promises my ears have yet
hear unbroken: “Power belongs
to you, God. and with you is unfailing love”;
and, “You reward everyone according to what they have done.”
This is beautiful sweet one! I’m glad that blanket is covering you and keeping you safe, warm and comfortable. I love you ❤
I love you. ❤