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This poem was written following a sermon at Ox Hill Baptist Church in chantilly, va. Let me know what you think.
We're living in a troubled time,
Troubled minds and troubled signs
Troubled homes with troubled loans
Our spirits are just dried up bones
We need somewhere that we can go
To lift us from this spiritual low
To talk to someone in the know
We need a place where we can go
Jesus often made the case
For finding his own quiet place
A place where he could go and pray
We all could use that place today
A quiet place to call our own
Away from TV, crowds and phones
A place to water our dry bones
A quiet place to call our own
A quiet place just out of sight
There for us all day or night
To think about what's wrong and right
A quiet place just out of sight
A quiet place to bow our heads
To say the things that need be said
A place where the "Good Book" is well-read
A quiet place to bow our heads
A quiet place to heal our spirit
Anytime that we are near it
Where we can pray and God can hear it
A quiet place to heal our spirit
It needn't be in time or space
This thing you call your quiet place
Just something that you can embrace
Where you and God can interface
Excuse me if I do digress
We're living in the world's unrest
But talk to God and He will bless
Your quiet place, it's His address
Mdailey 02/12/09
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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