Sunday, February 11, 2007


There is a quiet place I know
Where naught but a silent wind blows
Betwixt the trees and blades of grass
And over playful structures pass

In that place no distractions come
Not cars, not birds, or bees that hum
But only gentle whisps of cloud
Which wrap the sun as in a shroud

In solitude comes many thoughts
Which grow like plants from earthen pots
And pray'rs which stretch out to the sky
And to the heart where I'll ne'er die

In that space comes reality,
Like a fierce whirlwind none can see
Which buffet fact and fiction 'round
And make the knees to hit the ground

Yet in that place comes also peace
That in this life there is release
The greater one is yet to come
The joy of which will strike you dumb

Solitude's such a lovely place
To sit and think upon God's grace
And lift His praises up on high,
To whisper prayers to him by

which to let Him know of your cares
That deep down in His heart HE shares
Pray'rs of sorrow and pray'rs of love
Find their way up to God above

In the stillness He'll answer back
And touch the heart that has a lack
And in that weakness shall I boast
In solitude which I love most



Brother in Arms Proverbs.17.17

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