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In Quiet Places

 

I long for the quiet places in the shelter of the lea

Your protection from the blasting winds blowing down on me

 

I long for Your fellowship; I’m so busy and lonely

I long for Your protecting arms to hold and cradle me

 

I long for the garden within me the sparkling rain flowing over me

I long for your protections as the waters long for the sea

 

I long to hear your voice speaking tenderly to me

I long for your presence hovering over me

 

I know I have all this and much more for me please

Yet when I am so busy I tend to forget these

 

I long for the mornings when you visit me

I long to dance with you upon the troubled sea

 

I long to hear your tender endearing voice

I long for your fellowship and in your presence rejoice

 

There you are in the shadows reaching out to me

Your loving little child I will always be

 

Meet me in the quiet of the early morning dew

There you will renew me with your strength and power too

 

Meet me in the garden in sparkling autumn rain

Meet me on heaven shores as you gently call my name

 

 Meet me by the river of life where I will sit down by You

You are my very best friend and I will always love You

 

Jesus You are timeless You never change

 Your love for me always remains the same

 

Jesus to know You is glory beyond degree

Jesus You are always attentive to my heart’s need

 

Jesus my true and loyal friend to know You is glory with out end

Jesus You are all I will ever need, you are love without end

We are walking together down the road with heaven around the bend

 

I feel closer to home than yesterday, almost at journeys end

I can see the shining city just around the bend I hear the angels singing holy ha-le-luia’s

 

I almost see my Father sitting on his throne

I feel so much excitement in the air I know were almost home

 

Along the way were many time you carried me like

a little helpless lamb you held and cradled me

Now I ‘m walking strong and tall as I could be, for I have learned to walk with you in sweet victory

 

I can hear the angel choirs singing my children welcome home

When we rise to meet you and stand before your throne

 

I see the banquet table all set with heavens best

I hear the bride laugh with glee their hearts being blest

 

There is a stirring in the air; excitement everywhere

I hear the Christians proclaim this could be the day

When Jesus calls His beloved bride come away

Come away my beloved, and by My side forever to stay

 

Listen do you hear Gabriel blow his horn,

It must be the beautiful catching away morn

 

Yes we must hurry buy more oil for our lamp

Yes we must hurry must cleanse ourselves, to have his approval stamp

 

What we do we must do it fast for the hour is almost here

When He will call his children come on up here, and stand by Your Savior dear

 

No man knows the day or the hour

Yet God has poured down upon His Church, great and mighty power

He proclaims He will do nothing until,

He tells His prophets true,

I know this must be the closeness, of the fast approaching hour

Soft Petals Of Poetry By Ruthie, 2002, © ®

 

 

 

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