Classic Poem

There is a place where thou canst touch the eyes
Of blinded men to instant, perfect sight;

There is a place where thou canst say, “Arise!”
To dying captives, bound in chains of night.

There is a place where thou canst reach the store
Of hoarded gold, and free it for the Lord;

There is a place here, or on a distant shore,
Where thou canst send the worker and the Word.

There is a place where heaven's resistless power
Responsive moves to thine insistent plea;

There is a place, a silent holy hour,
Where God Himself descends and works for thee.

Where is that secret place?—dost thou ask, “Where?”
O soul, it is the secret place of prayer!