I woke up early to go to my secret place,
Where I meet my Lord and seek His face,
We commune there two of us all alone,
He is my Lord and I am His very own,
The joy that passes as together we talk,
Strengthening me for my own faith walk,
I love the secret place behind closed doors,
Where time stands still - often face on floor,
That sacred place where my battles are won,
Where I get a burn from basking in the Son.
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