There is a place I like to go where my soul feels free
A place of quiet refuge and peace
No fear for what tomorrow holds, no remorse for yesterday
There I'm centered, whole, perfect and complete

It's a place of safe protection where evil dare not tread
A place to contemplate higher things
There is where I find my space free of raging demons
Where I can clearly hear the angels singing

I carry the weight of the world into this place
I carry the rock of ages away
Battered and bruised I stumble through the door
And in seconds I'm healed by the Word.

Parched and starving I find my way there
I find a feast prepared for the prodigal son
With shouts of joy my arrival is announced
I've returned once again to my Father's house

In my Father's house I feel safe and secure
Far away from the dangers outside
In my Father's house I'm confident and sure
That nothing can separate me from the love of God in Christ

In my Father's house I am blameless and pure
There's no reason to worry or doubt
So with repentant heart I kneel and pray
And once again enter my Father's house.

Copyright 2003 by Ron Brady. Used by permission.