Learning my lines . . .
. . . discovering what it means to follow Jesus, seeing my story swept up into his . . .

Powerful. . .

I watched the memorial service for R.C. Sproul and heard, once again, this hymn written by Sproul himself. It was sung at the opening of the service. I revisited the lyrics this morning. Pretty amazing to think about these truths as we get ready to celebrate the coming of our Savior. . .

“The Secret Place”

Who dwells within His most secret place
Is never far from His blessed grace
‘Neath His great shadow all will be well
No better place now for us to dwell

Refrain

The secret place of God Most High
The shadow of our mighty King
The dwelling place where angels cry
Is where our praise will forever ring

Fear not the terror that comes at night
Nor flaming arrows by morning light
His truth is always our sword and shield
Against His power, all foes must yield

Refrain

A thousand fall now at ev’ry side
Ten thousand more may have yet to die
Yet plague and sword can
Ne’er kill the soul
His angels guard us now safe and whole

Refrain

Refuge and fortress for all who trust
No safer pasture for men of dust
‘Neath wings and feathers of Holy Lord
No greater comfort can He afford

Refrain

 

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