Some folks search for worldly fame.
Their wanderings never cease.
They have tried it all,
But, they can't recall,
Even one moment of inner peace!
But, I've found a place of quiet rest,
Far from toil and strife,
Where no angry billows ever crest,
Upon the sea of life!
In the cleft of the rock,
Is my hiding place!
There I have no cause to fear!
Sorrows are gone without a trace,
As God wipes away each tear!
Ah, when life's storms are raging high,
And the ground is shaking 'neath my feet,
I can feel my Saviour drawing nigh!
His presence is so sweet!
Robert F. Dotson © 2007