Saturday, March 13, 2010

Somewhere

I need some type of refuge; a hiding place.
[You are my refuge. I need You in my physical. Where I am, where my flesh lives].
My own tabernacle. A place where quiet dwells. A place where all is still, always. A place where loud is silenced; where noise runs from, who clamor fears.

Child0fGod

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