Psalm 61 : 1- 4
Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
We are often like little wintered creatures
Yearning for comfort amid the wild winds,
Seeking some protection from the bitter cold
In the frosty caves of what brings us pain.
You swathe us with maternal tenderness,
A vast blanket of love spread wide enough
To enfold every part of life; a prayer shawl,
A tender coverlet comforting and protecting.
Today, stretch forth your abiding shelter.
Wrap the warmth of your safe haven around us.
Joyce Rupp : Fragments of Your Ancient Name