This is my hiding place.
Sadly, I can never leave a trace.
What a disgrace.
In here, you can forget you are in a race.
It can be such a monotonous pace.
All too soon, it hits you like mace.
There is no need for fine things, like a crystal vase.
And gone are all the ribbons and lace.
My sweet Father, thank you for the glimpse of Your face.
In my heart, I will keep it encased.
Stored with Your precious grace.
