There is a secret place
It's an honest, puritan space
Where there is law
Where there is grace
But by this hidden fence
The law is a Shadow
The grace is the sense
That makes your heart to see
Outside is a twisting tornado,
Lifting you up, smashing you down,
outside is a raging volcano,
burning you out
Outside is a howling hurricane
swallowing you whole
then running right through,
outside is a fight against me and you
A fight to survive to one day die,
outside is brutal, unkind,
outside is life and you but...
the truth is, not quite!
Almost happy but not quite!
Almost complete, almost real
Almost a success, almost won
Until the next cycle, spin, hit
All your eyes see is calamity
Still in a quiet freeze,
before the trauma repeats,
His true reflection passing by,
has you suddenly woke
Touched by grace your heart can see,
His life and His law, His liberty
commanding eternity,
Then quickly, won't you decide?
Will you not hide
here, in this ROCK, will you not dwell
in the Secret Place, of The Most High?
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THE SECRET OPERA HOUSE
PoetryTHE SECRET OPERA HOUSE is a poetry collection of meditative thoughts and simple rhymes; there are very long poems, short poems, dramatic poetry for drama or performance poetry, and free style essays. The poems all have either christian or romantic t...
