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| My Quiet Place I have this little, private place, It's filled with gentle, quiet grace. I go there when I am allowed, To leave the noisy, madding crowd. I seek my Lord, and there find rest, Within its blessed quietness, I stop in there as oft I may, I visit many times a day. I find my weary eyelids close, As I lie back in pure repose. So soft God speaks, I barely hear, Yet I know that He is here. I call His name in whispered prayers, I feel His presence, know He cares, I often think I see His face, I know I feel His warm embrace Sometimes I dream; sometimes I doze, I see the moment He arose. Hope is refreshed, if not reborn, As is the promise of each morn, I stay within my quiet place, 'Til there's resurgence of my faith. Then can I leave and close my door, Then can I face the world once more. Virginia (Ginny) Ellis copyright 2000 |
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| "My Quiet Place" By Virginia (Ginny) Ellis Please visit Ginny's site to read more of her exquisite poetry. Just click on the Magical Stars for Ginny's Site |
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