It’s gentler than the ocean spray
or sunshine on a glorious day;
a soft breeze blowing
swirling ‘round
that kind of peace not easily found
It's sweeter than a hand held close,
the single thing you treasure most;
a song so pure
it swells your chest
and offers you the surest rest
It's a quiet place, a place of peace;
a place you fall down to your knees,
where love calls out
to you once more
and it is Jesus you adore
My soul longs for that quiet place;
that mountain high, that holy space
where Jesus waits
to feed, to heal,
to tell my harried heart: Be still!
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