a walk in the garden with Him, or in a desert, His Wisdom in my maddening questions,
a chat without words, cuz words will never be enough; oh a coffee He brews for us,
I’d love a holiday, with Him, a bath in His wellspring of healing, then warm up in His Light, His fountain of Life, wipe our tears
Oh yes I’d love a holiday with God, then am reminded – He’s here, He’s here, in the region we call heart,
just a whisper away… His Table of delights


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