Mid all the traffic of the ways, Turmoils without, within, Make in my heart a quiet place, And come and dwell therein. A little shrine of quietness, All sacred to Thyself, Where Thou shalt all my soul possess, And I may find myself. A little shelter from life???s stress, Where I may lay me prone, And bare my soul in loneliness, And know as I am known. A little place of mystic grace, Of self and sin swept bare, Where I may look upon Thy face, And talk with Thee in prayer.
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