In the corner of my study sits an old leather chair
A little stressed and worn but nonetheless in good repair
Its where I do my thinking and light my favorite pipe
A little place of solace on a dark and gloomy night

There are times when my days have been hard and way too long
The rest I find here in my chair refresh me like a song
The world can go on turning and time can tick away
I’ll close the door and stay right here to keep troubles well at bay

My little piece of quiet where I find solitude and peace
My leather chair, exactly where, my problems all release
There are many times I talk to the one who heals my woes
And in my chair He meets me there and gives me sweet repose

If one could find a spot where life’s cares are swept away
They’d always want to linger there and be content to stay
My chair speaks “home” and “comfort” from its little corner place
A haven for my spirit from the worlds most hectic pace

In the corner of my study sits an old leather chair
A little stressed and worn but nonetheless in good repair
The place where God reminds me that I am very blessed
To know his peace and feel his love and find sweet arms of rest