In the dark and the quiet of our little home,
I steal away quickly to a place, all alone.
Where it's just me and God, my Bible and pen,
I seek Him and find Him and tell Him my sin.
He doesn't convict me, but calls me by name
and says,"I forgive you. I've taken the blame.
The cross that I carried, God planned from the start,
to make you a way to have a pure heart."
Thank you, dear Jesus for all that you've done.
I owe you so much for Your victory won.
So here in the dark and the quiet, I vow
to serve You forever, the best I know how.
