The king is raging
so we must flee with the child
hidden in God's hand

(previous year's haiku here)


for he will hide me

For he will hide me in his shelter
in the day of trouble;
he will conceal me under the cover of his tent;
he will lift me high upon a rock.

I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living!

Wait for the Lord;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
wait for the Lord!
(Ps 27)