Refuge of His Grace
by Dave Mudford © 2023raindrops pound relentless
in the silence of my grief,
my wounds represent this
causing doubt to my belief.
hardships creating shadows
when my focus is on self,
piercing my heart with arrows
with God's grace left on the shelf.
dusty landscapes hiding my hope
if my vision is on dust,
doubt becomes a slippery slope
when on my strength I trust.
windy gales blow me off course
when my foundation is not sure,
living life filled with remorse
if His grace is all obscure.
seasons come and seasons go
but God's love remains the same,
my surrender needs to grow
and His grace I need to claim.
safe within His refuge dwell
through pain, dust, rain, hail or shine,
giving fear a fond farewell
tasting all of God's new wine.
Psalm 34:8 Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!
