He Quiets My Soul,
in the cool of the
day
Where the breeze
calmly blows and the
trees gently sway.
Where morning breaks
forth and its light
lifts my eyes;
To the brilliance
and splendor of
heaven's blue skies.
Where sweet harmony
sings and beckons me
- "Come"
To the light of the
world ~ To the heart
of God's Son.
Where grace lovingly
covers my head to my
toes
Where the touch of
His hand, truly
quiets my soul.
To a place where His
whisper, is all I
can hear
And the brush of His
hand, wipe away
every tear.
Where my troubles
and trials, yield to
the light
Where my spirit man
flies and reaches
new heights.
Yes, In the presence
of Jesus, unfailing
mercy unfolds
His breath breathes
forth life ~ and He
Quiets My Soul!
Terese Holloway
