By Myself To Pray

 

I need to leave behind the noise,
And seek that peaceful place
Where I can hear the voice of God,
And feel His perfect grace.
 
I know that He is always near
And He can hear my call,
But often I cannot hear His
Through the noise of it all.
 
It’s in those times I seek the wilds
Where wind sings in the trees,
And rivers laugh as they rush by
On their way to the seas.
 
There in the heart of creation
My mind at last can hear
The voice for which my soul has longed
Growing vibrant and clear.
 
I feel His peace wash over me,
His words refresh my soul
Until even my weary heart
Has been healed and made whole.
 
Then I can rise and return to
The noise that this life brings,
Still hearing His voice, soft and clear,
Speaking as my heart sings.
 
I do not doubt that He is here
Beside me every day,
But now and then I need to go
Away, listen, and pray.  
 
Matthew 14:23
And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up on the mountain by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone,