Away from the maddening crowds,
Deep in the heart of natural things,
Lifted to heights unknown,
Separated for a time from the chaos,
The destruction, the anger, hatred and blood.
There must be a place to hide,
There must be a sanctuary large enough to flee to,
Enough to fit every troubled soul,
The Lord, God of Israel, Father of the Living Messiah,
Creator of heaven and earth,
That is where true solace lies,
Where the lion lays down with the lamb,
Where living waters flow,
Where pain is nonexistent,
Where life is free from anxiety,
In His bosom, we find comfort, peace, hope.