A Suitable Place

By John M. Freckleton

I have need to climb a lofty hill

And in the desert kneel

To call upon my Lord on fervent prayer,

That I may feel his touch,

Perchance may see his face,

And beg of him the fullness of his light

By which the truth of life is known,

That I may walk a path devoid of error.

Yet, the days continue sliding by,

And I have not been up into the hills;

And life continues in a murky world,

And I must pray wherever I may be

For help with all the little daily pains,

For strength to fight the little sins

That bar me from my Savior’s touch,

That blind me to his kindly face.