Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded hear,
anger or malice
I draw myself apart, searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows,
When, when I languish.
Where in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand
to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand? He, only One.
He answers privately,
Reaches my reaching
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds
for my beseeching
Constant He is and kind, Love without end.
I love this hymn ~ another one I love is "Lord, I Would Follow Thee:"
Who am I to judge another
When I walk imperfectly?
In the quiet heart is hidden
Sorrow that the eye can't see
Who am I to judge another?
Lord, I would follow thee.
My absolute favorite!