There Is None Like Jireh

 Where could I go, that you cannot find me?

Where can I hide, that you cannot see?

Whom shall I be, that you could not know?

There is nought about me, that you cannot sow.

If I travel through the darkness, you are there with me..

If I sleep on a bed of iron, your softness I will see.

If all my enemies surround me, you are my own shield..

There is nought about me, that hinders how I yield.

Way upon the mountain, I am sheltered from the wind..

On the Cross of Calvary, your blood washed me from sin.

Way down in the valley, when I think I am alone..

You are right beside me, as a cover on my bone.

Out of rhyme and reason, I go to paths unknown..

Yet even on my journey, you harvest what is sown.

There is none like Jireh, my fair and evermore..

For Nissi is my banner, whose blood protects my door.