| Our Place of Bliss Lord by Shirley McNeilly |
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There is a place of bliss, at times that I go to. When I feel so broken, and want to Talk with You. The quietness always calms me, and the tree Gives me shade. the grass is oh so soft There's no sharpness to it's blades. The wind is blowing gently upon the high hillside. It touches every tear that falls, and quickly Makes them dry. I bring with me Your book, when I come to talk With You, for every word upon each page Are words I know are true. With You sitting by me, and I slowly start to Read, I feel your love reach deep inside And whisper peace to me. Your words I read tells me, on you cast all my Cares for You are always with me, and Let there be no fears. And when we've finished talking, and I leave Our place of bliss, I feel Your loving Spirit upon my cheek, your Place a kiss. As I go I look back knowing, Lord soon we'll Meet again, at this blissful place where So many time we've been. Though I'm now filled with joy I really hate to To go, For it's here that we met and I learned You love me so. I know I talk with you at home, but it's just not The same. For up here Lord, through The wind I hear you call my name. |
| © 2002 Shirley McNeilly |
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