A hiding place

After Psalm 32

Panting, the in the darkness

of the cave, escaping

from the mouths tearing

at my heels, falling

to my knees, a body,

a soul exhausted

Here is the hiding place,

here is the deliverance,

here is the cleft in the rock,

the place of safety,

the knowledge of security,

where the mouths do not bite,

the waters do not rise,

the foe does not consume,

and arms surround me

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