The quiet house is where I find God best.
He helps me sort through the rest.
My spirit, He lifts.
My mind, He sifts.
To Him I happily surrender.
In Him, I hopefully render.
He knows my whole heart.
He is my best friend apart
from all life's trouble and woe.
To Him I always go.
Image is gel pens and black sharpie words from my art journal.
1 comment:
This is lovely, Chris.
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