When I am in need of solitude,
lonely isn't what I feel.
It's just that need to have my thoughts . . .
in a place where life is still.
Where all the noise and babble . . .
can give way to quiet thought.
That place in time where my heart and soul
can touch the things they've sought.
Oh, . . . I realize that for each one . . .
this place is different in its scope.
But when you find it you'll know for sure....
because it's filled with hope.
Solitude, . . . to be with God.
Solitude, to be with me.
Solitude to take the time to . . .
look inside and clearly see.
Oh, I've missed so many things . . .
rushing without notice past my heart . . .
As wind skipping on a pond.
Fingers dancing on a harp.
That's when I know my life's become . . .
a hurried, bustling blur.
My heart calls out for 'solitude' . . .
Inside, I feel a stir.
Solitude . . . my heart calls out.
The word whispers past my ear.
Solitude . . . my special place, . . .
that offers calm and cheer.
Find it, go! It's waiting there . . . Don't deny yourself this place.
For the longing that you feel inside
is God slowing the frantic pace.
How will you and I ever find a way . . . this daily life to bear,
If we don't find this place of 'solitude' . . .
filled with God's love and endless care.
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