My head I rest On that loving breast, Undone and I To that shelter fly. Not groping nor complaining In my heart, For covered there My wanting does depart. The arrow flies by day And stalkers haunt By night to burn my bones And jeering taunt- But for all attacks

You sing in hope And waiting sigh With eyes peeled To the sky Clouds rolling in, And would they break With blessings or Will they take? If I sing well Would God not hear And pack grey clouds Full of cheer? A strange surprise, All wrapped in black Might shine

I had some fun an evening a few weeks back and wrote my very first hymn. Hymn writing isn’t really something that comes naturally to me, so I thought I would find a Psalm to base it on. I came across Psalm 46 and thought with all the turmoil we