I want to sit at Jesus’ feet
and listen to “The Word”.
His words like honey are so sweet,
the truest ever heard.
I want to sit in Jesus’ lap
and lean upon His chest,
be comforted, peacefully nap,
accept His perfect rest.
I want to hide ‘neath Jesus’ wing
when storms of life pass through,
to understand they’re meant to bring
me confidence in You.
I want to live in Jesus’ world,
not in the Lake of Fire be hurled,
tortured in misery.