It's quiet in the
Church and I
Can feel that you
are here.
In fact, I can't
remember when,
Your presence was so
near.
Alone, within these
hallowed walls,
I bend my knees to
you.
Sincerely, Lord, I
seek your will,
Your deeds I yearn
to do.
The busy world is
rushing on,
But, just for now, I
rest.
And draw my strength
from you,
Who always knows
what is the best.
And, quietly, in
tender ways,
You plant the seeds
of love.
Within my heart
comes forth the will,
To do that from
above.
Oh, I would stay!
For, in the air
Your Spirit lingers
strong!
I hold my breath and
listen close,
Expecting angel
songs.
But, human hands
become Your own,
When human hearts
revere.
So, I'll rise to do
your will;
Secure, because
you're near.
AUTHOR
UNKNOWN
