“Where do I find solace?”
I asked myself one day.
“It’s in the quiet times with God,
In my secret hideaway.”
A friend, closer than brother
The Lord, He is to me.
And when in private that we speak
My soul feels liberty.
He often finds me failing
It seems my course in life.
But He quickly rushes close to me
To wipe away all strife.
As His sweet grace surrounds me
My eyes are opened wide
I understand His love for me
When under His wings I hide.
And as I linger there a while
Dear friends, they come to mind.
I share their pain with my dear Lord
Blest be the tie that binds.
Each passing moment is so frail
The time so swiftly flows.
He stills my spirit, calms my life
Sweet rest His voice bestows.
And when at last it’s time to close
I hate to end it now.
But I promise, Lord, Your solace seek
‘Twill be to You my vow.