Deep within the tallest pines, with dark night’s haze enshrouded,
A hidden place held by webs of silver threads beclouded,
A quiet sanctuary and a place to run and hide,
A home to lick the wounds of hurt and safely stay inside,
Away from life’s diversions, a shelter to call your own,
Where you can hide your troubles and inter them all alone,
A place like that does not exist when you believe in God,
For He will never leave your side, no matter where you trod.
He’s by your side through all your pain, through joy and suffering too,
He knows you need Him close at hand to help you see it through.
You simply cannot escape Him, He’s in the air you breathe,
Give in to His divine control, His blessings He’ll bequeath.