There's a Secret Place
Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 3:17 pm
There’s a Secret PlaceThere’s a secret placeWhere I go alone when day begins to setI see hues in sundown’s hazy silhouetteGrateful for the peace of heaven’s graceThere’s a misty hillWatching over windy fields of waving cornWhere a red moon is a rose without the thornBlooming in the light of heaven’s willO it’s my lonely church, beside a summer birchWhere I feel the warmth of hope’s embraceFor as I take a knee, someone’s hand reaches meFrom a throne above my secret placeThere’s a secret placeAnd I go alone when twilight comes to passWhere my prayers sing with the whispers of the grassIn hushed hymns to heaven’s endless graceO it’s my lonely church, where purple shadows perchAnd I feel the warmth of hope’s embraceFor as I take a knee, someone’s hand reaches meFrom a throne above my secret placeThere’s a secret placeAnd I go alone when evening comes to passWhere my prayers sing with the whispers of the grassIn hushed hymns to heaven’s timeless grace©2007 Robert George