I run to You
with outstretched arms lifted high.
Then, meet your arms
---surround me.
This is Your holy place!
This is Your secret place!
It is a Temple
then and now---
It is a resting place
where I lay my face, and,
kiss Your brow.
I can hide away.
Sometimes hear You say,
"This is my holy place!
This is our secret place!"
So, hide me again.
Though plain sight be;
Hide me now,
Within. Free.
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