I hide in you, Lord, in the rocks
Within your wings, I am covered.
I cling to your strong right arm
For you have a firm grip on me.
Like the sap from a tree, I drink from you, Lord.
To keep me awake and rejuvenated.
For without you, I’d faint.
Each time I drink, I’m alive.
My eyes are on you through the
pathway ahead of me.
I have a safe well to draw from at each junction.
I rejoice as I come to Zion.
