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On my knees
In my closet so dark
Where You and I
Can talk heart to heart.
As the seasons of life
Bring stress and fear
I can always retreat
In my closet so dear.
Though my spirit gets restless
I can find Your peace.
And my hungry soul
Is fed with Your feast.
In my closet
I find hope for my tomorrows
And purpose for my yesterdays
Including their sorrows.
In my closet
Our worlds collide
In an explosion of hope
Wiping tears that I’ve cried.
In my closet
My soul You still save
As You open my eyes
To see all that You gave.
In my closet
Dark meets light
Shame meets grace
And sin takes flight.
All my burdens
You take at day’s end
In my closet
With my most valued Friend.
poem by Dean Robinson
email him at drobinson@sebesta.com
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