This robin is building a nest.

Every time I open the door,

it flies to the branches of this nearby tree...

reminding me of MY "branch"...

There is a place of quiet rest,

Near to the heart of God;

A place where sin cannot molest,

Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of comfort sweet,

Near to the heart of God;

A place where we our Savior meet,

Near to the heart of God.

There is a place of full release,

Neart to the heart of God;

A place where all is joy and peace

Near to the heart of God.

O Jesus, blest Redeemer,

Sent from the heart of God;

Hold us, who wait before Thee,

Near to the heart of God.

(Cleland B. McAfee)