A Tired Visitor of Earth
Where is the silence of the night
When you are out of sight
i dwell in dark corners of my soul
stretching out to the light
just above.
When the noise grows, too loud,
When the enemy grows too proud,
i dwell in the lighted place within my soul,
praying for disquise from the crowd
a Heavenly intervention.
When i come out to get a peek
at the well that never leaks
my soul yearned to sneak
to sneak away to the mountains:
a small retreat.
When i am called home one day,
i know that i will be happy to pay
the price of admission, all the way,
to His throne.
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