When I’m camping, I’m held in Your grace,
A constant reminder of Your secret place.
It isn’t the same as the routine day,
I’m learning to trust in a whole new way.
A fresh mindset sets me free from clutter.
Reminded of Your Love and the peace You utter
Through the people I’ve met, and the Words You’ve spoken.
Now I come before You with my ears wide open.
There’s something in the breeze and the rain’s soft patter,
That helps me to focus on what really matters.
I’m not lost at home and I know where You are
I’ve heard Your voice, I’ve felt Your power.
I trust in Your Grace to lead me through,
Somehow, being outside draws me closer to You.
I hear it in the birdsong and I feel it in the wind,
The cares I’ve held so close begin to quickly dim.
The voices fully fade and all I hear is You.
There’s joy within the garden, an unobstructed view
Of Your glory and Your splendour. Your comfort stirs within.
I hear it in the birdsong and I feel it in the wind.
I’m trusting in Your mercy and Your awesome healing touch.
I know that You are with me when life’s storms just seem too much.
You’re with me in the trials, my feet on solid ground.
Your peace now washes over, Your favour all around.
My strength is in Your saving grace, I’ve known this every day.
My spirit rests assured that You alone will lead the way.
I’ve known Your mercy, true and true, Your arms are open wide.
I’m held within Your secret place, as I rest outside.
I didn’t plan to write a poem today. My plan was actually to just write a piece about why I like camping, but as I started to type this is what happened. This was purely the Holy Spirit. I hope you’re blessed by it. 🙂