In the cleft of the Rock

So helpless a thing my heart
—and, oh, so small—
All overwhelmed, it looks to You for strength,
Nor looks in vain;
Long it has struggled on, and now at length
is crushed again.
Eager with expectation, rising but to fall,
Wearily it longs for that great Rock
“higher than I,”
Where, with Your strength absorbing every shock,
Calm shall I lie.

-Ruth Bell Graham

“He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will never be shaken.”

-Psalm 62:2

What a blessed comfort we can attain in the “cleft of the Rock”.

I find not only protection in its vastness, but confidence in its strength.

I find an immediate shelter where I can gain peace—

for peace is not easily gained when confronted with troublesome times.

How precious to have a place to hide our spirit when our flesh cannot run away!

“Rock of Ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”

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