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My Spiritual Retreat

by Julie Carro

There is a quiet place I spiritual retreat,
Deep within my soul, where Jesus and I meet.
Like a mountain hideaway, nestled safe amongst the trees,
I journey to His kingdom, when I'm down upon my knees.

Thanksgiving takes me there; perfect praise is the door,
Faith holds the key, to what Jesus has in store.
Then in confidence I share, thoughts hidden in my heart,
As He so sweetly listens, with gentle guidance to impart.

I tell Him of my hurts...and I tell Him of my fears,
Sometimes He holds my hand, and lightly wipes the tears.
We laugh, we cry, we sing, as we while away the hours,
Rejoicing in Creation, and the beauty of the flowers.

We talk about His plans, and we talk about His Word,
His voice in my spirit, the purest sound I've ever heard.
It fills my heart with peace, true happiness, and joy,
Always humbled by His Presence, and yet basking in His glory!

Oh the times together, give my heart the sweetest pleasure!
For nothing can compare, to this richly hidden treasure,
Of escaping to this quiet spiritual retreat,
Deep within my soul, where Jesus and I meet.

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