Thou art my hiding place . . .
Thou hast been a shelter for me . . .
I'm thankful for His shelter . . . His umbrella of love and grace . . . in every storm.
A long time ago we sang this little song:
Safe am I; safe am I,
In the shelter of His arms.
Sheltered o'er; sheltered o'er,
With His love forevermore.
The little statue pictured above sits in a little nook of our house in a sheltered, green spot. I took the pic looking through this azalea bush bursting with the color of Spring.