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~
�Annie
Reb, Photographer
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