Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Secret Place

I’ll take my sorrows
and pour them out my
fingertips
and praise You.

You find me in my darkness
my failure
my disappointment
and You take them all away
and give me Your joy

My heart is a canvas for You.
wash me clean and
make me what you You will
I am beautiful when I am
with You

You are my comfort
my secret place
my delight

I wish for nothing
but to know You more
to be closer to You
may my every footstep
lead me to You

I want to be
a living song
for You
and my very life
bring You praise.

Oh, God of comfort
Oh, Lord of Peace
speak to me tonight.

1 comment:

Ashes said...

This could be a song; it flows very nicely.