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MY SHELTER

  by Ruby Azraq-Abu Sada (Christian tour guide in Jerusalem and beyond)

Author of “Follow Me…In His Footsteps"

The sirens cry across the sky,

And fire walks the night

Missiles carve their restless paths

Through darkness without light.

My house has no deep shelter,

No iron door to hide behind.

Only walls that softly tremble

When the distant skies unwind.

The streets grow silent under fear,

The air is tight with dread.

The world outside is restless,

With shadows overhead.

But in the quiet of my heart

Another kingdom stands—

A fortress not of stone or steel,

But built by gentle hands.

The Lord is still my shelter,

My refuge and my guide.

When storms surround my fragile home,

He gathers me inside.

He is the tower in the darkness,

The shepherd of my way.

He walks beside my trembling steps

And turns my night to day.

Where bombs may fall like thunder

And the earth may shake with flame,

His peace flows like a river

Whispering my name.

He leads me to still waters

No war can ever find.

A hidden field of quiet grace

Deep within the mind.

So let the sky be restless,

Let the iron voices roar—

My soul is held in stronger arms

Than any earthly door.

For though my home has no shelter

That human hands could build

My heart rests in the fortress

Where every fear is stilled.

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