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.