Foundations, 2.

How firm a foundation ye saints of the Lord

Lord the ground is shifting beneath me
Rugs, ashes, tile, asphalt
Crawl, tear, and tangle like stormy waves

is laid for your faith in his excellent Word

but Your Word o Lord stands forever
my heart is willing
Your directions feel far

What more can He say than to you He has said?

hide me in all that cannot be sifted or shaken
that I might hear
the deafening still silence of Your Godness

to you who for refuge to Jesus has fled

that I might fear You
sleep soundly in You tonight
love You into tomorrow
every day
until the day
and every day
thereafter