Our Secret Lake - Re-Posted

After the flurry of each day

When I, at last, am still,
Your peace spills round my like a lake.
I bide and drink my fill. 
 
Within my mind I find that place
Where silent waters flow,
And, when I need to see Your face,
That is the place I go. 
 
My world is filled with busy days,
That make me long for peace.
And, when I’m with You on that shore, 
I find, at last, release. 
 
So I will meet You every day 
Beside our secret lake,
And all the peace You offer me,
Lord, I will gladly take.

Psalm 23:2

He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, He refreshes my soul