The Story

This song was written over the course of three days, from March 30 to April 1, 1992. This was between the time I had committed to enter the Catholic Church, but about a year before I actually did so. The song was inspired, oddly enough, by a vivid and intense dream I'd had. It involved soldiers wreaking destruction on everything around me, except for when I stood in front of them and said (in German) "I am Christian. Jesus Christ." As soon as I said that, the soldiers dropped their weapons and walked away, powerless. What struck me in the dream was the incredible peace I had, despite the danger and despite the complete ravaging that my familiar surroundings had endured.

The song is written in the voice of Jesus, calling to an individual. So often evangelistic outreaches emphasize our asking Jesus to enter our hearts and be Lord there, but in this song Jesus asks for something different: He asks us to enter His heart and hide there. I often find this song welling up in me while I wait in line for the Sacrament of Confession.

The Lyrics

 

In your world you know there are problems

Anger, pain and fears

And in this tribulation you've shed the first of many tears

But would you find a place of safety and freedom from all harm?

Then listen to the voice of God and hide within His heart

 

(chorus)

Come into My heart

Hide yourself within My wounded side

Come into My heart

I'll hold your hand, I'll be your guide

For I love you, so come into my heart.

 

The way into My heart is narrow and you must leave behind

The baggage there is no room for; It's in your heart and in your mind

Leave behind your unforgiveness, bitterness, pride and hate

Then take My yoke upon you, the time is getting late

 

(chorus)

 

My heart is a place of safety, purity and peace complete

No evil will befall you as you fall before My feet

Take My life as your example, let My holiness be your guide

As I hid within My Father's word, so now within me hide

 

(chorus)

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