Secret Place
In the
rushing wind or pouring rain,
You draw
me near and whisper my name.
Quieting
my fears and taking my pain,
You
shower me with your love and grace.
To you I
run, I run away.
A distant
land, our secret place.
Where on
my knees I seek your face
Your love
and mercy,
Your warm
embrace.
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