Then sometimes
in my pain
or in my sorrow
I seek a
way to touch my father’s face.
In the stillness of the night I hear him calling.
In the
softness of the morn he’s still the same.
In the
solitary place I find him waiting
for my
heart to call upon his name.
When I
come into the lonely place of meeting
then, in
His words, God’s love and grace I see.
When I
say, “please make your will be done in my life,”
comfort floats
from God’s great heart to me.
He’s
there in our lonely places.
He’s there
in our busy places.
He’s there in our
solitary places.
He’s there, if we seek
Him.
