Our private sanctuary lies deep within the soul
Where divinity has complete control.
Resting with the tranquil days and nights,
Among the lows and subsequent heights,
With the eyes of its heart shedding sacred tears,
They weep for the battles fought thru’ the years.
Our eternal home sits in the windless wind,
Like the laws of the planets in their discipline.
As the outer tempest swirls, it stays outside,
Knocking at the iron walls into eventide.
Peace is a fortress built of granite and love,
A heavenly home like the home above;
The home of the Holy Spirit within us.