THERE IS A PLACE

There is a place where I can simply fly,

Where I can stand upon the highest mountain;

And fear free lie, gazing at the sky,

And carefree sit, drinking from its fountain.

That place is like a hidden universe

Where timeless flights connect the countless galaxies

Established on God's blessings, not on curse,

And run by gracious words not spoken callously.

That secret place embraces who I am,

Condemns me not when I hide pain so wistfully;

It knows my heart, and sees it as a gem

With multiple reflections glowing blissfully.

That's where I go when troubles firmly press;

That's where I hide undone, embarrassed, miserable.

That's where I dream, in love, a mushy mess!

That's where I talk when no one hears this rebel.

I meet my God in here, worship, pray:

Invisible the cause of life's whateverness –

Good, bad, in Him - a winner, not a prey!

By faith that lasts, defeating death nevertheless.

02/23/2015