H I D I N G  P L A C E

This song was birthed in the midst of a very imperfect search for the Lord. Sometimes I wonder if I should take it down, but I think it offers a more honest account of the Lord’s redeeming process in my life. You can feel the desperation, the suffocation and “self-induced asphyxiation” I lived under;

It’s a great weight to believe you have an important destiny of work to do for a God you hardly know.

My hope was in the wrong place, and it became a shackle; I was chained by hope to a calling. 
But Freedom only comes in running to the One who is calling. 
I was told I had art in my blood and God needed me to reach people with it. 
I thought I had to make myself (figuratively) bleed.

Oh, but sufficient was the Blood that had already been poured out for me! 

This song is a cry that came from my heart long before my mind understood. 
I’m beginning to see. 

I was asking if He could be my hiding place, if He could be my home. 
I didn’t realize He was doing everything He possibly could to make His home in me. 

He  c a n  be my hiding place,

Will I be His home? 

"For you are my hiding place,

You protect me from trouble.

You surround me with songs of victory."

| Psalm 32:7