His voice is like the breeze off the mountain
That cools the dessert-dweller far below.
For when I am confused
And I can't see my way through
Jesus speaks to me and I know;
I can see the way to go.
Like the sun rising through the trees
After a night of darkness and despair
Is the joy that comes
From keeping still before Him
(my Lord and God)
And hearing the Word of the Lord
From the lips of the Living God.
You are my dwelling place.
My hiding place from this world.
You are my dwelling place.
My hiding place from this world.