Though I stand alone when I seek you in quiet
I remain hidden in your hands of protection.
Though I stand alone in worship of you
I remain hidden in the shelter of the most high.
Though few can enter in
With hands lifted high
I will never deny that I remain hidden.
Reserved for the last day of your display
In mighty power during the final hour.
Though many wander and wonder of a future with no hope
Some find their comfort in wanton sin without limit.
Still, I find myself hidden in your canopy of peace and truth
That sinks deep into the core of my soul, where I am hidden in you.
Though I find myself exposed by your words that divide my spirit from my soul
I know that all is vain and brings to shame
All who never call on your name
And all who reject your name.
So, I will remain hidden under the shelter of the most high
As I live out the remaining days and share the news
That you will not remain hidden from view
When at last your face they will see and know
They should have remained hidden, through truly knowing you.
Psalm 91:1-4 (TPT) When you sit enthroned under the shadow of Shaddai, you are hidden in the strength of God Most High. He’s the hope that holds me and the Stronghold to shelter me,
the only God for me, and my great confidence. He will rescue you from every hidden trap of the enemy, and he will protect you from false accusation and any deadly curse. His massive arms are wrapped around you, protecting you. You can run under his covering of majesty and hide.