Waiting there for me.
A place of quiet solitude -
Only the soul can see.
A babbling brook, a sloping road,
A chasm deep and wide.
A slippery ice-covered path
Leads to the other side.
Measured steps mark my descent
To the water cold and pale.
Icicles frame the fount,
And I step behind the veil.
Behind that crystal curtain
Tears begin to flow,
With a soothing reassurance
That words cannot bestow.
Speak to me, oh Silent One.
Show me that You're there.
Testify to Your presence.
Prove You really care.
I need someone to comfort me
When the world turns dark and grim.
I need someone to hold me close -
When the waves come crashing in.
But there is no one to talk to,
For no one understands
The emptiness inside me now,
Left in the hollow of Your hand.
So Spirit, gently lift me
From behind this lonely wall.
Lead me to Your tranquil pools,
That I might again stand tall.
To run the course before me,
'Neath wings that will not fail,
And return once more to my place in life,
Amid sorrow and travail.
Yes, there is a woodland waterfall,
Waiting somewhere for you.
A place of quiet solitude -
Where Hope runs clear and true.