God's Little White Retreat
There was a little chapel
In the trees upon the hill,
With a tall and spindley steeple
And a bell that sends a thrill.
For when it rings....it calls me
To this place of silent prayer,
And I know that God will bless me
As He walks beside me there.
He touches me so simply
As He reaches into my heart,
In the tiny little chapel
For that's where my Faith did start.
His peace....He'll give us daily
If we ask a blessing sweet
And simply take hiatus
In God's little white retreat.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
12-18-05
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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