In the Quiet of My Soul
In the secret, in the quiet, my heart turns to you.
Shutting the door to chaos, I block out their words.
My gaze falls to the ocean blue.
I have heard that even you Lord, care about the birds.
So put a song in my heart,
give rest to my weary soul,
for I know that I am a work of art,
but some of the colors the world has stole.
I used to have many colors, colors of white and green and many others unseen, but those I now lack
but the world is nasty, and has given me stains,
so white turned into gray and gray into black, oh if only I could get those back
I beg you Lord, cleanse me with your healing rains.
He came with a swoop, taking all of my sorrows away,
changing me for the better, so that I’ll never forget this day.