All around I hear the noise
of a world competing for my attention.
I listen hard for some truth that I can hold.
Seems every promise that the world has made
leads to eventual disappointment.
There isn't much that glitters here that's gold.
And soon we've heard it all.
We grow callous and indifferent.
Someone's always trying to sell you something new.
All of the hustle and the bustle,
sometimes it seems there's no escaping.
But I can call on Jesus...and when I do... it seems that...
Chorus:
Jesus is a quiet place for me.
A friendly face, a warm embrace for me.
The years go by and always I
can find him on my knees.
For Jesus is a quiet place for me.
Yes, Jesus is a quiet place for me.
In the cities and the small towns,
across the plains and mountains,
all around the world they're searching for some way
to relieve that empty feeling
and to find out life’s true meaning.
For I was searching too until that day...I prayed... and now...
Chorus repeat
The years go by and always I
can find him on my knees.
For Jesus is a quiet place for me.
Yes, Jesus is a quiet place for me.
