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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