Hide me in your hiding place
There abiding face to face…
Secrets told and mysteries I behold
Lord, I seek more of thee…
Hide me in your hiding place
Protected from heartache and disgrace
For your love has cleansed and wiped each trace
Of whom I once was; now, a new race…
Changed into your likeness
Where the old man is crucified…
Kneeling at your feet my Lord…I cried…
Save me! Save me!
Your light fills the room with everlasting joy
My heart will ever increase for I’m hidden with the Lord
My Shalom, my Adonai
Alone with you in the hiding place
No reasoning, no answers why…
Just you and I…
I’m overcome with your presence
So I’ll lift a song of praise…
Hide me in your hiding place…
Ovations to the one, who fills the atmosphere with sweet perfume
And chases shadows from the room.
Dearest friend on whom I depend…
Give me strength to begin again…
Hide me in your hiding place
Take this sorrow and this pain…
I will arise and live again for there’s healing in your wings
I will keep on living, I will keep on believing…
Hide me, in your hiding place.
Abiding there with no disgrace
Secure in your amazing grace…
I’ll lift a shout of glorious praise…
Jesus you are my hiding place…
Amen.
~Marla Shaw O’Neill February 8, 2019
Psalm 119:114 You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in Your word.
Psalm 32:7 Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.
