Relief

I want to ride the breeze tonight
 and find a far off place
 where I can make the wrongs all right
 and clean my tear stained face;

 To bandage up my bleeding heart
 and allow the wounds to heal;
 To fix a smile that can't depart
 nor let pain be revealed.

 Somewhere I can eat the words
 I've spoken with regret,
 and put the painful things I've heard
 somewhere I can forget.

 There is a place to do these things
 where I can find relief.
 I can to the altar bring
 the pain, the wrongs, the grief.

 So, to my closet I must go
 to tell it to the Lord.
 One thing I have come to know
 these things I can't afford.

 For Jesus paid for all these things
 I no longer need to bear.
 I can find relief again
 when I meet Him in prayer.