The Quiet Place

I dwell in sorrow half the night,  

The chaos of the day

Can overwhelmed me ‘til I run

And try to hide-away.

But in the silence where I hide

I find good company,

For you are always waiting there

And you always love me.

I’m not your finest creation,

My faith is often frail,

But you have always stood by me

Through every new travail.

It’s not your faithfulness that’s weak

But mine that fails the test;

Yet every time I quit or fall

You hold me to your breast

And let me know that I am loved

In spite of all my shame;

You lift me up and dust me off

You call me by my name.

All of the heavenly voices

And all the songs they’ve sung

Cannot be sweeter than the sound

Of my name on your tongue

I am not worthy of your love

And yet you still love me;

Each day I chain myself with fear,

Each day you set me free.

So meet me in that silent place,

Where I am on my knees,

I’m not as strong as I should be,

But let me serve you, please.