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My New Hiding PlaceI remember Hide and Seek How much fun it was to hide They'd search all over the ground- And I would be the last one found. "Where are you?" I would hear. "Where are you?" Now they're near… Then I'm tagged by a friend's hand… Laughing as I rise to stand. So much has changed since then. I have a new Hiding Place Thanks to the gift of grace In the stillness, God did call... Safe in His hand now, I do not fall. In my new Hiding Place I've been set free With His light shining I now can see. You can't take this place away from me. No --you can't take this place away from me. You see ..The Hand that tagged me I still hold And I'll be holding it tight -till I grow old. My new Hiding Place Is a place for the found For gathered souls that are heaven bound Grace and love echoes all around … In my new Hiding Place. ~~~ Psalm 119:114 Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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