There is a place of quiet peace
Where I can go to rest.
Escape the trials that lay at my feet
And enjoy the view before sunset.
So many little hideaways to see,
Beautiful flowers and smells
Just waiting there every day for me.
And life, in this special place dwells.
The running vines of roses sweet
All colors and varieties too.
Each day I carry my Bible to read
I usually stay until the evening dew.
I read about the beauty rare,
And try to imagine how it can be
Prettier than this can compare
What a paradise I will see.
Jesus tells me that I am His
And that He is mine,
Oh what a sweet fellowship this is.
He comforts me all the time.
The daily stress sometimes gets great
It burdens me down with care
But He reassures me in His word
That He will always be there.
So in my quiet place I love to go
In the EVENING SHADOWS with Him
He takes my hand and draws me close
To walk the path again and again.
Written by Shirley Barr
October 12, 2004
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Psalms 23:1 ~ The Lord is my Shepherd I
shall not want..........
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