O raise your heads, the poor and maimed,
The LORD now calls, it’s you, He claims!
Salvation, grace, His wage and fame,
“The spotted and speckled among the goats: of such shall be my wages.”
~ Genesis 30:32
Come away, that quiet place, time in stillness lie,
Not a thought to trouble me, cares, they ease on by.
All alone, sweet solitude, none as peaceful, vie,
This, my secret hideaway.
Just the LORD and I.
The lightness of His touch, the healing by His hand,
The wounded takes to wing, as warmth revives the land.
Soaring, oh so free, my fainting senses mend,
Then one at peace with Him.
And all that love demands.
Streams of golden sunlight, sleep now yields to morn,
Old, its dreams forgotten, wake! A brand new song.
Rafting through the silence, softly, rays adorn,
Day, His Word renewing, hope by grace reborn.
On silent wings, my burdens bear,
Among the clouds, sweet angel fair.
With gentle eyes, her breath, fresh air,
Come lift me up! Whence, whither, where.
Come, ascend the holy mountain, His word to us did speak,
Forceful as the mighty wind, yet mild as the breeze, so meek.
Telling of such wondrous deeds, see His glory from this peak,
Retreat then to this silent place, His presence daily seek.
“The LORD summoned Moses to the top of the mountain, and Moses went up.”
~ Exodus 19:20
A walk into the country side, where fields and flowers grow,
Air, so ever wholesome, feel the earth between our toes.
Rolling back to distant times, when life moved oh so slow,
Where simple virtues were extolled, and hearts, a quiet glow.