As an Hiding Place

As an hiding place from the wind, the prophet saidA man shall be. Not as a weary, drivenSlave, imposed upon and vainly ledOn winding ways that never quite reach heaven!Knowing himself to be a mighty tower,He, unassailable, withstands the lieOf lack, the pull of poverty. His powerIs from his Father; his vision is high.

He who depends on God turns to the MindThat gives man all of good, not sparingly,But always in abundance. He shall findHis life reflecting strength and liberty.Child of today, the prophet's word is trueConcerning man. A hiding place are you.

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