In This Place
When at my end
Finished through the list of distraction
Every glowing, glittering attraction
That has carried me away
Alone, every wasted hour past my back
In the stillness, stopped on the track
Of this never ending road
His word is the breath of my body
His gaze is the fire of my heart
Always
There is One who dwells in depths and heights
Of the earth and of my soul
In the secret hour, always there in the quiet place
For me
What is left
Everything that has been, passed away
Only this still hour where I must stay
To find understanding
Silence, no one to speak to my mind
Waiting here, hoping to find
Someone to cry out to
His Spirit is the source of my life
His love is the anchor of my soul
Truly
There is One who is beyond all time
Of the past or present
In the still place, waiting there in glory
For me
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