Firm still when I least feel you
Wise still when I least know you
Unchanged when I am changing
Constant when I am fickle
The light inside my shadow
The rain in my cracked soil
Fulfillment of all promises
My Yes and my Amen
My tower when I am underground
My fortress when I am besieged
The sun that breaks my tunnel sight
The hope that dazzles fear
My arms, my strength, my righteousness
The firm path for my feet
My all when I am nothing
My root, my earth, my fill
The Consolations of Writing 