Secret Place
A hush falls quietly on my soul and stills my beating heart
I've come to worship as I do and set myself apart
In a forest wonderland of snow beneath the white tipped pines
I walk in silence all alone and forget the world of time.
I cannot say what draws me here, I think I do not know
But when the world becomes too much, it's to this place I go
Far from the road and off the path on a trail you cannot see
My secret place to seek God's face and where He meets with me.
I turn my face up to the sky and let the snow fall down
Laugh like a child born in the wild and kneel there on the ground
The wind plays with me like a friend and blows my cares away
And if I could I surely would forever this place, stay.
The snowbirds come to visit me and sing their winter songs
I listen rapt with joyful heart till the day is almost gone
The trees, tall and attentive, wave the odd left behind leaf
And as the snow covers up my tracks, I leave behind my grief.
The world's a big and bitter place, most of the time to me
And loveliness and kindnesses are rare for the eye to see
In fellow man, in heartbreak's hand, it's hard to find the love
So I go running through the woods and search for it above.
And there I find it in the quiet with hillside covered in the white
The sparkling brook, the crystal fall, the One who made me, made it all
And for my hungry eyes that yearn, I listen, watch, observe and learn
Then take away the unwritten page He writes for me on nature's stage.
God's whisper, tender, like a glove, restores my soul, renews my love
Washes me clean, removes the stain, then sends me to the world again
And though I travel through the mire, fall in the quicksand, burn with fire
To that sacred place again I'll go and kneel my knees on fallen snow.
Cry out my pain and lay me down, to seek the mercy where grace abounds
Lay down the load I cannot bear, to walk away and leave it there
Pour out my heart for Him to see and let Him mend it once more for me
Reach up my hand to touch His face and meet Him in that secret place.
©by Voo
Jan 31, 2005
7:30 p.m
Very sweet and nice. 💗
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DeleteThis is beautiful!
ReplyDelete“But when the world becomes too much, it's to this place I go……”
This verse says it all for me…….
This is Winnsboro…….. I feel better now..❤️🌹