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| Quiet Time There is a garden in my mind a brook and shady lane The scent of flowers linger there in breezes washed with rain beneath a tree whose boughs bend low and bird songs fill the air I find some time for quiet rest because Jesus meets me there. Leaving the dusty, trodden path the clammer of Earth's demand I bow in silent, grateful prayer in this secret peaceful land all tensions ease, my spirit is healed and dissapointments die as He speaks to me, my faith is renewed for I know that He's heard my cry ! Slowly then, as I rise to depart I find new hope springing up in my heart and I hear His words whispered in my ear "Lo, I am with you, you must not fear !" Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine ! How I thank you Lord, for this "Quiet Time" G. Dodd � |
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