Poem

My One Retreat

Michael Beck Michael Beck

 

There is a place, a secret place, where I must go alone
‘Tis there I meet a Friend so sweet and find my truest Home
I dare not face my heart without the comfort of my Lord
His face I seek when I am weak, sore troubled, or ignored
When none would know or venture close, He knocks upon my door
His voice I hear, “Come child, draw near, on Me your sorrows pour”
To keep Him out, and face alone, the storm within my soul
Will surely end, without the mend, that would have made me whole
Upon this earth, there is not one, I need more than my Lord
I am undone, and from all run, when I have not implored
My God above, to see below, and for me undertake
To calm my fears, and dry my tears, and help me not to make
A mess of things, regret which stings, the folly of my way
So here I come! To You I run, and in Your presence stay
Tend to this heart, which needs your touch, above all other need
And when You’re done, with strength I’ll run, to You alone retreat.


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.