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Broken I called to the Lord and He answered me.

I waited in that place and I cried out to Him,
ABBA FATHER.

There was no rest in that place,
I sought the shelter of His wing,
My body and my flesh they failed me,
He who never fails was there,
Yes even in that place He dwelt with me,

I was restless, tormented and grieved,
but never alone.
He held my hand,
He sang over me,
His praise was continually on my lips.

His mercies were new in the morning,
He was full of love,
I sought shelter with Him,
In Him I found refuge.

As I drew near to Him,
He drew near to me,

I sought Him and I found him.

posted by Kate @ 4/12/2004 10:18:00 PM