In the Silence

 



Some years back now

Each Sabbath morn

When churchgoing

Wasn't my choice.

I took His Word

The scriptures heard

The kindly Father's voice.

A quiet spot

A campus room

Few students yet awake.

I searched His Light

And days made right

With peace for Jesus' sake.

But prayer a task

To ask and ask

And sense the missing touch.

He said, "Quiet now

I'll show you how

My whispers mean so much."

From that point on

The tension gone

My Sundays shifted so

Surely God was there

To relieve my cares

Simple ways to trust and grow.


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