From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge, strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
Q How has God hleped you in the past?
Q How can the 'tower' image help you now?
(St.Michael's Mount, Cornwall)