Sanctuary, sanctuary.
Get me to the hills,
away, away,
safe, finally safe,
each breath, each breath
carrying away the pain and stress.
Here, finally here,
with God and God's Creation,
like the wild deer,
instinctively hiding,
seeking the tiny spot of recluse,
of embrace,
in the woods,
protected by the woods.
Sanctuary,
away, safe,
the blessed touch of Home.
Always peace here,
the abiding peace.
The hill, the hill,
its steep and rock strewn course
protecting from all who find it inconvenient.
Sunrise, sanctuary, healing, safety,
each breath, finally painless.
