This is my quiet place, my sanctuary.
It is here that I come to rest.
Many mornings long ago before
I coveted this time for You as my best.
Each day I come, calm or sleepless nigh,
to meet You face to face.
Desiring to know You more,
You've annointed this special place.
You call my name so softly sweet
and say "Come, let's walk together."
A smile extends across my cheeks
as I clutch my words in leather.
You say, "So tell me love, this morn,
how are you? How do you feel?"
I sigh so deep and look away,
giving my thoughts so real.
"O Lord," I say, "I'm so thankful,
that I can come walk with you.
Somehow being here so close each day,
gives me such rest from the blue."
"O love," You say, "I look forward to meeting you here,
this time before your day.
I walk with you, to talk with you,
to hold your hand, and pray."
"It's just that some days I feel so unworthy when,
I've come and enjoyed this stroll.
Then afterwards, my day begins,
and the world holds out a hand for it's toll."
"I pay the toll, and run on by,
all hula-hoops up in the air...
the kids, the house, the school, the church..
oh yes, and there's that man I live with there."
"You are so gentle and patient with me,
and You never stop keeping Your word.
With all the times, Your faithfulness prevails,
then my crumbling will takes its turn.
I know I just can't do it on my own,
I've learned that the hard way, through and through.
How many times have I come to this bend,
pouring my heart out to You?
I dare not say how many times
to You I've brought this thorn.
What I've come to realize is that each day,
Your mercy is reborn.
Yes, each morn, on bended knee,
I give You all I am.
You embrace me, hold me close,
and gently take my hand.
Patiently again, You say "Let's walk."
and gratefully I follow.
The tears You catch, the walls melt away,
And living water quenching me, I swallow
O Jesus, I give You endless thanks and praise.
For in my quiet place You've made me whole.
Give me strength, to cistern Your rain,
and I promise to lift up my soul.
Deborah D
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