Oh, the joy and peace,
I have each day.
Talking to my Father,
Just a whisper away.
Where, He assures His love,
Which comforts my soul.
And gives to me promises,
That are mine to hold.
He lifts me, gently,
To a higher plateau.
To a level where troubles,
Of this world, can't go.
So, when the enemy draws near,
I flee to this place.
Where the Father and I,
Can stand, as face to face.
And He's always there,
Whether it's night or day.
Just waiting to talk,
At only, a whisper away.
