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The refuge!
(by Newman Hall)
"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my
deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I
take refuge. He is my shield and the horn
of my salvation, my stronghold." Psalm 18:2
The desert is dreary.
The way is long.
Heavily burdened, a weary traveler
slowly drags onward his wounded feet.
Faint by reason of the fiery blaze which
smites him from the unclouded sky and
the scorching sand, he eagerly looks
around for shelter. He pants for even
the muddiest pool where he may quench
his raging thirst.
In such "a weary land," how welcome "the
shadow of a great rock," and the clear, cool
fountain gushing up within its rugged clefts!
But where can such a refuge be found for
the soul . . .
weary with wandering,
crushed by care,
groaning under guilt?
Where can . . .
its burden be taken off,
its sorrows soothed,
its mighty thirst assuaged?
"And a Man will be as a shelter from the wind
and a refuge from the storm, like
streams of
water in the desert and the shadow of a great
rock in a thirsty land." Isaiah 32:2
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