Selah

Lord,
Be constant for me, for I waver and am weak like a reed that strains against high winds and waters. I am like a beautiful flower that cannot survive under the beating hail without your hand to cover me. I am like a leaf, drifting without direction, caught up in the winds of this world, waiting for Your gentle breeze to guide me. I am like the clouds, heavy laden with rain and needing a release. I am a fawn in the fields, I cannot survive without a motherly doe's care, or a fatherly stag's protection.


Lord, so as this, I submit myself to you, for I know you will lead me to still waters to drink; you will give me shade to rest, food to eat, and a safe place to lay my head at night. I have no fear, for I know you will keep me from the hunter.
Selah

written by Michele Aimee Lahaie, 2009