THE SECRET PLACE
There's a special place I love to go to
That no one is able to find the way;
For it's deep in the recesses of my mind
Where only I and the Lord can go everyday.
The light of His glory has lit up the place
What joyous surroundings - no one can intrude;
Not even Satan the devil is permitted there
To mar the joy and happiness of holy solitude.
In the audience chamber of my Lord and King
I pour out my heart's desires and longings;
He completely satisfies the needs of my soul
With songs in the nights and joys in the mornings.
When the burdens of sin and guilt consume me
And my soul cries out in despair and agony;
From the secret place I hear His loving voice:
"Child, is not my grace sufficient for Thee?"
When my body is ravaged with sickness
When mind is tortured with unbearable pain;
The Lord of Glory from the secret place
Comes and brings healing over and over again.
When the cares of the world overwhelm me
And everything seems out of perspective
To the secret place I go to receive
Holy counsels that I find very effective.
Even if there were no pressing needs
I go to the quietude of the secret place
And when I leave our holy secret meeting
I shall reflect the image of His face.
Every day I go to the secret place
He's always there to share His joy sublime;
I hope, dear friend, that you, too, have
A similar place in the recesses of your mind.
Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004
Artwork "Haven" © Copyright Marty Bell,
used with permission....thanks!
In the Secret of His Presence Midi