Lord is there a place for me

Lord is there a place for me?
A place where I would rather be;
Where you walk close to touch,
Where I am free.
I cannot join the throng,
They seem to hear another song
Whose rythm does not reach
My heart, nor teach me you.
But in my weeping, in my tears,
My anxiety, my fears,
I sense you standing close
And I'm not out of step
But here, your hand upon my shoulder
Shifting the boulder -- of doubt.