Here inside where I have lived, inside my soul so deep, 
  Fought battles, counted kingdoms, bone weary cried to sleep

Tested, oftimes fallen, by a measure, God's and mine
  Wishing, hoping for rest from life's race and peace given, divine.

And alone, but for a few, sprinkled timely, here and there,
 
  Who from their own meager chest, were glad with me to share.

How rich am I, to have walked this world, to know what I have known, 
 
  One man's experience, that has matured from youth and now is grown.

It becomes the story of life I know, can tell but to a few,
 
  Knowing God has been there, after all I've been through.

There is a resting place for me, a shelter from life's wrath,
  The truth lying in my breast, to me, a lighted path.........

by Tom Stratton