You Are My Rock

Lord, you are my refuge.

You are my rock.

You are my hope

and to You, I turn

when I am lost

and twisted about

in the shadows of night.

To You, I turn, Lord,

searching for You,

always searching

and leaning into

and then running

toward Your light.

You, Lord, are my refuge.

You are my light.

You are the full moon

that breaks apart the night sky,

that scatters the shadows

and shows me the path home.

You, Lord, are my hope.

You are my promise.

You are the one who breathes

life into the lone hibiscus,

nestled amongst the dead branches,

somehow both sun-bleached

and water-logged and yet surviving,

still, both drought and storm.

You, Lord, are my rock.

It is always You that I return to.

You are my constant.

You are there in the bougainvillea,

bright crimson red popping against

all that green, never failing to bloom,

a true survivor that thrives

even in the worst of times.

And so, I will hope continually, Lord,

and I will praise Your name forever.

Amen.

Psalm 71:1-14