The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
the righteous run to it and are safe.
FROM THE FATHER'S HEART
My child, when terror rises up like an erupting volcano, stop, drop, and pray. Cry out to Me, and in those precious mo-ments, you will feel a surge of courage as you've never known. Call My name, and you'll sense an invisible tower looming out of nowhere. Run to it. I'll be waiting there for you with open arms.
A GRATEFUL RESPONSE
I cry, "Father," and a thousand currents of lightning carry Your name to the highest heavens. Farther than the eye can see or the ear can hear, You are waiting to rescue me. You are my tower, a place of safety and refuge daily.
We need not fear, for with every step, and in every place, God is near.
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