My Quiet Place

I go to my quiet place to pray,
That's where my Saviour stays.
In my heart He dwells within.
He saves me from a life of sin.

In my quiet place I hear Him speak.
I feel the tears run down my cheek.
I pray to Him on bended knees.
His holy face I want to see.

Trouble can't find me in this place,
I'm locked away but I am safe.
A special place where I can be.
All alone just Him and me.

So when trouble comes I go to Him.
And in the quiet place He mends.
The broken parts in side of me.
He keeps me safe, He sets me free.

By Gloria Collins   4/11/02     Home