He Hideth My Soul

I took you through the Pembina Valley in very early spring,so now its time to take another drive.

Everything is lush and green.Just past this curve is where a lot of the spring Hawk Watch takes place.

By now,I am sure that many smaller birds are busy feeding their young.

We make a short stop at the Pembina River.It is still quite full,since we have had so much rain this year.

Apparently there are even fish in this river,but since that is not something I pursue,I cannot verify that.

As we leave the river we head in a northward direction and follow the road up and out of the valley.

In another part of this valley stands this old,falling down barn.SInce I first became aware of it about three years ago,it has really deteriorated.I think it still makes a great picture.

The Pembina River snakes it's way through this area,and at another spot where the road crosses the river,I stopped to see what I could find.

I saw an old tree at the edge of the river and thought it might make a good picture.

Well,when I looked through the camera,I noticed that a small plant was sheltered in the knot of this tree.

 When I saw this,I immediately thought about the old song,written by Fanny Crosby,He Hideth My Soul. I know this is not a rock but it is still a sheltered spot.

Here are the words to the first verse and the chorus of this song.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,

A wonderful Savior to me;

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,

Where rivers of pleasure I see.

Chorus:

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,

That shadows a dry thirsty land;

He hideth my life in the depths of His love,

And covers me there with His hand,

And covers me there with His hand.

1.