Lord, Can You Visit Me Today?

There's a room inside me, and when sorrow sets in,
I go there for comfort, It is deep within.
My room is private, I can't tell you where,
My Lord and Savior, He is always welcome there.

I need not keep it spotless
Dust and dirt He does not see
For He has come to visit
And He cares only about me.

Yet tidy I keep it, and I don't need much light,
For when He enters, my room gets so bright.
He stays for a while, and His peace He leaves,
And as He is parting, all His love I receive.

There is no door, it is not needed here,
For Him it is open, and there is no fear.
All I need is to ask, as on my knees I pray,
Dear Lord, do You have time, can You visit me today?

My rooms never empty, but filled with such peace.
And when I do sorrow, He sends sweet release.
This room will be here, for as long as I stay,
Until I reach His mansion, On that glorious day.

Floria