The Secret Depths by Michelle

There used to be this secret place
     that I harbored grief and despair.
My own little refuge where I was
    bound by grudging and resentments.
A secret place I called my own
    full of bitterness and anger.
 
But now….
                ….old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.  2 Cor. 5:17 
 
There is this place in which
    I enjoy the secret riches of Christ.  Is. 45:3
My refuge, my hightower
    a stronghold in the storms of life.  Nah. 1:7
A secret place filled with
   Christ within, my hope of glory. Col. 1:27
 
A wellspring of life.
Rest for the weary.
Hope for the hurting.
 
My Deliverer from Evil.
My Rescuer in the Night.
Christ Jesus,
And in Him Alone
I am able to stand.
 
So bury the hatchet and marry Christ, He is Lord of all in this life. 
 
Pursue peace with all men.
Bring honour, where honour is due.
 
Count it all dung, so that I may win Christ.
 
So turn to Christ and let Him be your Saviour instead of  YOU.
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