The secret is the secret

4 wicks is enough

To barely see

To stay within the lines

With some rebellion

To not be perfect

Because it’s the stillness of the moment

Enlarging my heart

Expanding my dreams.

Oh Savior

It’s been us for a long time

Countless hours of hidden quiet times

Where I know that I know

I’ve been in the holiest of places

Captivated by Your Presence

Covered by Your love.

With satisfying tears

I say I don’t need to know them.

I don’t need them to know me.

I want my family to know me.

I want non-Christians to know me.

Why the tears, Father?

Why does this hit deep and matter so much?

What I’m saying, Jesus,

Is what I have with You

Is the sweetest thing in all my life.

That’s why the tears.

Your presence is the realest reality.

In this moment I feel like I’m sitting

In a moment-full library

Stunned by Your faithfulness in my life.

Or an enchanted forest and

It’s supernaturally aglow

Sparkling with every moment we’ve ever had.

I love in this life on earth

I never have to exchange my daily movements

With time in the secret wandering in the forest

Your Presence goes with me.

You want to bring me to the top

To see where You’re moving

And how You’re moving

And the people You’re working in

That involves me.

The secret is the secret

Golden is the time

Spent in Your Presence

Hidden with Christ

Staying in the tent

Stopping to smell the rose

Preferring slow

Simple

Ordinary

It’s the little things

Memories stored in my heart, mind and soul

Pictures and senses that are called up

Being out in nature

Warm sun and ocean my favorite

Gift of being married to ben

And who our four are becoming.

Your Spirit in me

Increasing in me

Visible in me

Conviction comes quick

My soul feels the prick

What a gift this is

The secret is the secret.