Closet of Prayer

Again to be here
When none other might care.
Be the motive of fear
Or of gratitude rare.
I will run to this space
Just to unload my heart;
Yes a quieter place
Set a little apart.
And You come through the gray
In the brilliance of love
And You settle the day
With Your calm from above.
And You hear, I am sure
Every plea, every verse.
A compassion so pure
Will consider my worst,
And will answer again
Lest I misunderstand;
Neither mishap nor men
Will remove from Thy Hand.
Father, this is the spot
Where I grow on my knees;
See what mercy has wrought;
Feel the Spirit’s fresh breeze.