At Peace

"At Peace" by Atlanta Marie Carrera

I talk to you softly

I talk to you softly, when no one’s around,

Past a quiet lake, near the old oak trees.

I tell you my thoughts, that no one else knows.

I tell you my feelings, that I never let show.

I tell you my joys, so you won’t worry about me.

I tell you my sorrows, because you comfort me.

I tell you ordinary things that happen each day,

so you won’t miss out while you’ve been away.

I tell you my worries, my dreams and my fears,

and I give you myself, as I have always done.

You fill me with peace; You fill me with grace,

as I talk to you softly, and pray that you hear me.