Shelter from the storm

There is a safe place,
Set aside from the noise
And the pace of life. 
A place where we can shelter,
Even in the midst of the storm. 
When the heavens open
With thunder, lightning and the fury
Of the tempest,
There will always remain,
That safe place,
Where I can find comfort and peace.
Sometimes I find myself
Resting there,
Breathless and scared,
Other times
It seems too far,
Obscured by my human heart
Beyond the grip and reach of my faith.
But,
I know,
I have known
And always will...
There is a place,
And it is reserved for me.