The Retreat
Meditate, come rest your soul
For in my arms I want to hold
The weary man that seeks relief
The one who battles with his beliefs
Your heart seems shot and aches for peace
Your mind perverse with much deceit
In me you shall find true rest
Come now dear one, to me confess
What troubles you does trouble me
Affairs of heart that some won't see
For inside of you we dwell
Come now my child lets talk a spell
You've aged and let my blessings go
The years hard pressed have made it so
But hold to me that speaks to you
Hold fast and see what we can do
Your soul my hands will heal and bring
A new song yours, cry out and sing
For you are one, one of a kind
No mold I'd use, creation mine
The worldly you must heed to hands
To bring forth life by son of man
You stepped away but for a tad
Return I'll make all good what now feels bad
Seek in me the needs that wake
The dead in you I don't forsake
For my will is to bring you out
Of state of mind, we'll talk about
Retreat not mean to give up now
Retreat means rest, I'll show you how
To leave it all beneath my feet
Life's victory that crushed defeat
Today your soul wanders the wilderness
Come now rest in tenderness
Where heart of mine will bare your pain
Upon leaving you will leave changed
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