The Hiding Place

 

The bustling Tarshish is now a skeleton city

With an echo howling from one broken ship to another;

Kadesh-barnea is no longer attractive –the bread therein has become stale;

Jericho is in confusion –the walls have tumbled, and there’s no one to rebuild

Babylon, the beautiful Babylon now gazes at passerby,

The precious stones and jewelry in its port all disappeared

The kings of fame and valor, all gone to their eternal home –

All in the pit with their horses and horsemen.

To what then do you hold for substance through the ages?

To which hideout can one run

In times of tried and of storm?

Find out, there’s a place

And there alone make your refuge