I have this little, private place, It's filled with gentle, quiet grace. I go there when I am allowed, To leave the noisy, madding crowd.
I seek my Lord, and there find rest, Within its blessed quietness, I stop in there as oft I may, I visit many times a day.
I find my weary eyelids close, As I lie back in pure repose. So soft God speaks, I barely hear, Yet I know that He is here.
I call His name in whispered prayers, I feel His presence, know He cares, I often think I see His face, I know I feel His warm embrace
Sometimes I dream; sometimes I doze, I see the moment He arose. Hope is refreshed, if not reborn, As is the promise of each morn,
I stay within my quiet place, 'Til there's resurgence of my faith. Then can I leave and close my door, Then can I face the world once more.
~©2000 Virginia (Ginny) Ellis~
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